I polished lenses every dawn
Before the fog had fully gone
The greenhouse stands where roses climb
But glass gets brittle over time
Cracked panes frame the brass gaze
We count the stars in smoky haze
Salt wind sings through broken glass
Time moves slow like rising bass
You taught me how to read the sky
Before the light began to die
Now vines curl round the tripod legs
Where spiders weave their silver webs
Cracked panes frame the brass gaze
We count the stars in smoky haze
Salt wind sings through broken glass
Time moves slow like rising bass
The brass is cold against my palm
A steady hand a quiet calm
I watch the freighter slowly roll
Past jagged rocks where breakers toll
Cracked panes frame the brass gaze
We count the stars in smoky haze
Salt wind sings through broken glass
Time moves slow like rising bass
Your logs are dry the ink is brown
The lantern room is shut right down
But here the tomatoes ripen red
Where you once scanned the seas ahead
Rain taps rhythms on the roof
No storm can shake this iron proof
The stars don't care for walls or glass
They burn for us they burn they pass
My hands still know the focus ring
Your voice still hears the buoy bell ring
We share the lens we share the sight
Two keepers where the glass meets light
Cracked panes frame the brass gaze
We count the stars in smoky haze
Salt wind sings through broken glass
Time moves slow like rising bass
Cracked panes frame the brass gaze
We count the stars in smoky haze
