Orion over the Western towns,
Lights driving people to and fro,
String of striking blue, white, red, green.
Lights driving people to and fro,
String of striking blue, white, red, green.
The dark grey sea reminds us of its quiet menace,
Looking to be only an arm's length away,
Millions of pounds of white trapped until morning.
Looking to be only an arm's length away,
Millions of pounds of white trapped until morning.
Cold, black wind.
Strained silence; thousands of echoed warnings,
Authorised by a lighthouse and his minions.
Strained silence; thousands of echoed warnings,
Authorised by a lighthouse and his minions.
"Don't get too close!"
Worried parents,
Cautious skippers.
Worried parents,
Cautious skippers.
Rusted metal, once new,
Fighting the salt water with concrete,
Man and nature: who is crueler?
Fighting the salt water with concrete,
Man and nature: who is crueler?
Orange-lit rooms for a cosy night,
Escapism bought with tired eyes and pensions,
"Leave it until morning, dear".
Escapism bought with tired eyes and pensions,
"Leave it until morning, dear".
Dead, alone; perhaps
Resting, comforted.
What will morning bring?
Resting, comforted.
What will morning bring?
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