Track Insight / Lyrics
I walked the tower thirty years
The lens caught fire, the coast drew near
Now salt lives deep beneath my nails
And glass grows green in morning veils
Cracked panes catch the dawn's first fire
Salt wind sings through broken wire
Roots still drink the wet grey air
This keeper watches, waits, repairs
The gale took three panes last November
I patched with tar and fishing twine
Now sprouts push up through salt and cinder
And bind the cracks with green design
The bodhran beats a steady heart
While whistle cries the day apart
I trim the thyme, I stake the vine
And taste the salt on glass and time
Cracked panes catch the dawn's first fire
Salt wind sings through broken wire
Roots still drink the wet grey air
This keeper watches, waits, repairs
No lantern now, no oil to burn
Just steam that rises, takes its turn
The sea still hammers at the cliff
But green persists in every rift
Morning paints the cracks in rose and grey
The heat builds slow in clay and hay
I press my palm to cold, clear skin
And feel the tide roll deep within
Cracked panes catch the dawn's first fire
Salt wind sings through broken wire
Roots still drink the wet grey air
This keeper watches, waits, repairs
Cracked panes hold the morning light
Keeper tends what storm left white
