Track Insight / Lyrics
The city sighs, the harbour sleeps
Beneath a sky where day light leaps
Across the waves, a crimson stain
The gramophone spins its lonely chain
On this windswept hill, I hold you near
A fragile music, conquering fear
The waxen voices rise and fall
A lighthouse rhythm, answering all
The rusted gears, a steady beat
The needle dips, a mournful sheet
A melody of fading light
Across the harbor's fading sight
On this windswept hill, I hold you near
A fragile music, conquering fear
The waxen voices rise and fall
A lighthouse rhythm, answering all
The salty wind, it whispers low
Through cracks and seams, a ghostly flow
The gramophone's heart, a flickering flame
Singing stories, whispers its name
On this windswept hill, I hold you near
A fragile music, conquering fear
The waxen voices rise and fall
A lighthouse rhythm, answering all
The city sleeps, a silent grace
Beneath the moon's pale, watchful face
The gramophone, it keeps the time
A beacon of hope, against the crime
On this windswept hill, I hold you near
A fragile music, conquering fear
The waxen voices rise and fall
A lighthouse rhythm, answering all
