Cold grey fog rolls on the tide
Where the heavy tankers glide
Old wood rests on salted stone
Left out in the wind alone
Humming low beneath the pier
Singing things we need to hear
Wooden frame and silver wire
Burning like a hidden fire
Mist is thick and salt is deep
While the sleepy city sleep
Rusted bolts and rotting beam
Hold a strange and steady gleam
Humming low beneath the pier
Singing things we need to hear
Wooden frame and silver wire
Burning like a hidden fire
Two stray souls walk side by side
Watching how the currents ride
They stop short at the water edge
Standing on a narrow ledge
Sooty glass and copper light
Cutting through the heavy night
He holds her hand and feels the shake
While the frozen ripples break
One raw note cuts through the haze
Lighting up the foggy maze
It is not a song of old
But a story yet untold
Humming low beneath the pier
Singing things we need to hear
Wooden frame and silver wire
Burning like a hidden fire
They lean in to catch the sound
Feet are locked on sandy ground
Bowing strings of polished pine
Drawing out a golden line
Humming low beneath the pier
Singing things we need to hear
Wooden frame and silver wire
Burning like a hidden fire
Silver wire
Hidden fire
Just a hum in the bay
