I watch through a glass lens today
The gray water washes the bay
You crouch by the pier in the wind
Where the rusted iron has thinned
Humming a tune in the cold
Copper and salt turning gold
Splicing the wire in the deep
While the heavy harbor ships sleep
You twist every cable and line
I capture the way the lights shine
The smell of the brine on your skin
Where the low tide begins to come in
Humming a tune in the cold
Copper and salt turning gold
Splicing the wire in the deep
While the heavy harbor ships sleep
You look up and see my small frame
You don't even know my real name
Just a girl with a camera in hand
Watching the current hit the sand
Humming a tune in the cold
Copper and salt turning gold
Splicing the wire in the deep
While the heavy harbor ships sleep
The signal is weak in the air
A tangling mess of a snare
You pull the connection back tight
Under the pale morning light
I snap a quick shot of your face
A moment frozen out of place
You smile as the dial turns green
The clearest connection I've seen
Humming a tune in the cold
Copper and salt turning gold
Splicing the wire in the deep
While the heavy harbor ships sleep
Copper and salt. Copper and salt. Splicing the wire.
Copper and salt.
