Track Insight / Lyrics
Cold wind bites the harbor wall
Heavy iron lanterns fall
Scent of yeast and ocean spray
Walking where the grey dogs stray
Salt in the air, flour on my hand
Searching for a light in a lonely land
Tide coming in, the white foam glows
Where the winter current flows
Wick is trimmed and glass is clean
Watching ships that go unseen
Kneading dough in midnight heat
Counting steps on cobblestone street
Salt in the air, flour on my hand
Searching for a light in a lonely land
Tide coming in, the white foam glows
Where the winter current flows
Heavy coats and leather boots
Deep in soil with salty roots
Baking bread for those at sea
Waiting for the bell to flee
Steel cables hum a low dark tune
Underneath a jagged moon
Cold water hits the wooden pier
The moment that the ghosts appear
Burn the oil and keep the flame
Every sailor knows my name
Golden crust and briny deep
While the tired city sleeps
Salt in the air, flour on my hand
Searching for a light in a lonely land
Tide coming in, the white foam glows
Where the winter current flows
One more loaf for the morning tide
Nowhere left for a man to hide
Salty mist on a window pane
Walking through the freezing rain
Salt in the air, flour on my hand
Searching for a light in a lonely land
Tide coming in, the white foam glows
Where the winter current flows
Salt and rye.
Under black sky.
(Final bass snap)
