Track Insight / Lyrics
The filament sags like a pulled copper wire
I hear it tick inside that salt-rusted cage
The brass contacts are green with a year of salt
I got tungsten dust in my coat pockets
The glow's gone amber where it used to blow white
The beam stutters on the water like a bad word
Been winding the clockwork since the gulls left
And the sea just takes the dimmer light in
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No one calls the shore station anymore
The fog horn is rusted to its own last breath
I keep polishing the lens with my sleeve
The whole lens still turning, slow as a crab
Burn, little glass, burn while the whole bay goes black
I don't mind the dimming, I mind the dark after
My hands know the socket, the thread, the click
And the bulb goes out like a long-held cough
