He keeps the reel in a rusty case
Salt air is biting at his tired face
The pier is shaking in the gray morning
The cold wind gives him a heavy warning
The water turns a murky green
The strangest sight he's ever seen
Silver screen fog on the bay
Washing the color of the world away
Silver screen fog in the night
Turning the water into ghostly white
He projects light on a curtain of mist
A ghostly movie that the ocean kissed
The frames are skipping on a broken gear
The sound of the engine is all he can hear
The water turns a murky green
The strangest sight he's ever seen
Silver screen fog on the bay
Washing the color of the world away
Silver screen fog in the night
Turning the water into ghostly white
A lonely sailor in a black and white dress
The pier is a tangle and a holy mess
He winds the handle with a steady hand
Looking for a signal from a distant land
Silver screen fog on the bay
Washing the color of the world away
Silver screen fog in the night
Turning the water into ghostly white
The salt has eaten through the metal beam
The whole damn shoreline is a flickering beam
He doesn't move and he doesn't blink
Watching the heavy iron anchors sink
Silver screen fog on the bay
Washing the color of the world away
Silver screen fog in the night
Turning the water into ghostly white
Just a flicker in the gray. Fade to black.
Fade to black.
