Track Insight / Lyrics
The lamplight bleeds into the black sea tonight.
The tower holds its breath as the last guests leave.
A kettle of steam rises from a silent oil lamp.
The keeper waits for the wind to fill the empty halls.
He walks the narrow hallway, leaving footprints in the wet dust.
The balcony window shows the dark water sliding over the rocks.
The clock above ticks like a metronome in a slow funk.
He doesn't mind the quiet answer of waves against stone.
The hush is thin as a tangle of wires in the loft.
The waves drum a steady 90 beat against the wrecked pier.
An anxious pulse sways in the synth's bright midnight glow.
He hears the vibraphone melt into the tide's soft answer.
The lantern room, once bright, now waits for a single flare.
He checks the gears that turn without a nervous flick.
The outside world is quiet, only a gull's call.
He feels the rhythm of the night as his breath syncs with the sea.
The square of the arc is hushed, and the night is still.
The light, a ghost of the past, flickers like a pulse.
The keeper hears the wobble of the star's trembling song.
He knows the waves may come, but the tower stays.
He presses the button, and the lamp ignites one more time.
The room swells with light, a lone note in empty space.
The keeper stays until the next storm bends the sky.
Then the tower fades once more, ready for the next day.
