I hold the light inside my glass
I watch the salty harbor pass
The wind is screaming through the door
I feel the shaking on the floor
The reel is spinning in the dark
I catch a tiny glowing spark
The pier is drenched in freezing spray
I keep the winter wind away
Burn the film and let it glow
Watch the silver river flow
Salt is biting at the skin
Let the heavy rush begin
The gear is grinding like a mill
The harbor water never still
I spin the frames of black and white
I cut the darkness with my light
Burn the film and let it glow
Watch the silver river flow
Salt is biting at the skin
Let the heavy rush begin
Metal heat and oil smoke
Heavy air a sudden choke
Rushing fast against the dawn
Until every frame is gone
I smell the brine upon the breeze
The iron rattling in the knees
The projection is a steady beam
Slicing through a frozen dream
The coffee's cold the night is long
The motor hums a jagged song
I lock the gate and hold the line
Wait for the morning sun to shine
Burn the film and let it glow
Watch the silver river flow
Salt is biting at the skin
Let the heavy rush begin
Keep it spinning Racing the dawn
Spin it fast
Cut to black
