I kept the glass and kept the flame
Until the tide forgot my name
Now I walk a concrete street
Where oil and saltwater meet
Left in the rain and the midnight blue
A ceramic skin that the salt tore through
Red rust is eating the handle clean
The smallest ghost that I've ever seen
A plastic alley, a narrow bend
Where the electric currents end
A coffee mug in a puddle deep
While the city pretends to sleep
Left in the rain and the midnight blue
A ceramic skin that the salt tore through
Red rust is eating the handle clean
The smallest ghost that I've ever seen
It looks like a buoy in a dark harbor bay
Washed out of sight in the glare of the day
The glaze is peeling, the clay is cold
A story of copper and iron told
Left in the rain and the midnight blue
A ceramic skin that the salt tore through
Red rust is eating the handle clean
The smallest ghost that I've ever seen
I know how it feels to be left on the shore
To wait for a knock on a bolted door
To stand in the wind while the lanterns dim
Sinking slow on a heavy whim
The brine is a hunger that never will cease
It strips every layer to find a new peace
Iron to orange, and white clay to grey
Watching the lacquer just wither away
I'll pick up the piece from the wet gravel ground
The only true treasure that I've ever found
A chip in the rim and a stain on the base
A weathered old soul in a strange urban place
Left in the rain and the midnight blue
A ceramic skin that the salt tore through
Red rust is eating the handle clean
The smallest ghost that I've ever seen
Keep the lamp bright.
Just a rusting cup in the night.
Hold the line.
