He hides beneath the wooden beam
Where salted water meets a dream
A velvet coat of mottled grey
Watching as the ships drift away
Under the pier where the mist rolls in
Where the cold water meets the skin
Silver wing waiting for the light
Ruling the bay in the dead of night
He keeps a steady golden stare
Through the heavy dampen air
Iron bolts and rusted nails
Watching all the distant sails
Under the pier where the mist rolls in
Where the cold water meets the skin
Silver wing waiting for the light
Ruling the bay in the dead of night
The fog is thick like heavy wool
The tide is high and gives a pull
He does not move a single feather
Braving all the winter weather
Under the pier where the mist rolls in
Where the cold water meets the skin
Silver wing waiting for the light
Ruling the bay in the dead of night
A sudden flash of yellow eyes
Underneath the charcoal skies
He catches a small silver fish
Granting every hunger wish
The city hums a mile away
Far beyond the foggy bay
But here the world is soft and still
Bending to a predator's will
The morning brings a pale blue glow
While the heavy currents flow
He spreads his wings to take the flight
Leaving all the pier out of sight
Under the pier where the mist rolls in
Where the cold water meets the skin
Silver wing waiting for the light
Ruling the bay in the dead of night
Silver wing, grey bay.
Fly away, fly away.
