Cold wind bites the cobblestone
Walking this old street alone
Steel case clicking in my hand
Searching for a place to stand
Yellow beam on frozen grit
Wait for the silver spark to hit
Winter air is thick and gray
Watching all the light decay
Copper wires snap in the gale
Lantern oil is running pale
Ice is locking every door
I can't find the harbor shore
Yellow beam on frozen grit
Wait for the silver spark to hit
Winter air is thick and gray
Watching all the light decay
Glass is cracked across the lens
Where the narrow alley ends
Footprints fill with salty slush
Hushing every midnight rush
Yellow beam on frozen grit
Wait for the silver spark to hit
Winter air is thick and gray
Watching all the light decay
Heavy boots on salted rock
Listen to the ticking clock
I remember oil and brine
Keeping every sailor fine
Now the battery starts to fade
Lost inside a winter shade
One last flash before the black
Walking on a one-way track
Yellow beam on frozen grit
Wait for the silver spark to hit
Winter air is thick and gray
Watching all the light decay
Just a flicker in the cold
Stories that the winter told
Hold the light.
Hold the light.
