Rust hull cuts the charcoal tide
Lantern gutters deep inside
Iron ribs scrape ash and bone
Keeper watches from his stone
Flame licks steel and salt wind howls
Tugboat traces fire's prowls
Circuits burning circuits bright
Shrine holds fast through black night
Barnacles grip the listing prow
Embers dance upon the bow
Foghorn bleeds through cracked stained glass
Tide turns slow as hourglass
Flame licks steel and salt wind howls
Tugboat traces fire's prowls
Circuits burning circuits bright
Shrine holds fast through black night
Coal dust settles on the bell
Stories only hell can tell
Keeper's log reads salt and soot
Tugboat pulls the ancient root
Flame licks steel and salt wind howls
Tugboat traces fire's prowls
Circuits burning circuits bright
Shrine holds fast through black night
No map no GPS no satellite
Just instinct salt and dying light
Two old souls in ruin's grasp
Holding on no collapse
Morning cracks the charcoal sky
Ash and oil where gulls cry
Engine settles fire gets low
Keeper nods it's time to go
Flame licks steel and salt wind howls
Tugboat traces fire's prowls
Circuits burning circuits bright
Shrine holds fast through black night
Flame licks steel and salt wind howls
Tugboat traces fire's prowls
Circuits burning circuits bright
Shrine holds fast through black night
Light sweeps slow across the harbor stone
Engine coughs its final low moan