You hold the lamp up high.
The yellow flame is shy.
It shakes against the wall.
You wait for drops to fall.
Water on the heavy stone.
You are standing here alone.
Oil burns a steady gold.
While the castle air turns cold.
The ceiling leaks a bead.
A slow and silver seed.
It hits the muddy floor.
Beside the bolted door.
Water on the heavy stone.
You are standing here alone.
Oil burns a steady gold.
While the castle air turns cold.
The wick is getting short.
Inside this granite fort.
The iron hinges rust.
The lanterns gather dust.
Salt air clings to every seam.
Waking from a heavy dream.
The oil pops and makes a sound.
Where the hidden paths are found.
You trace the damp design.
A jagged, crooked line.
The lantern flickers low.
With nowhere left to go.
Water on the heavy stone.
You are standing here alone.
Oil burns a steady gold.
While the castle air turns cold.
The oil begins to dry.
Underneath a blackened sky.
You watch the water drip.
As the heavy shadows slip.
Water on the heavy stone.
You are standing here alone.
Oil burns a steady gold.
While the castle air turns cold.
Sputter and glow.
Let the water flow.
Sputter and glow.
