From the end of the pilots' pier
I see a warm light from your house
The rain paints my hair black
The March wind whets the cold rocks
I watch the radar and the lighthouse
Stand among the crests and the dark clouds
For a minute or two from a lifetime
For a blink on the event horizon
Between the now and the extinction
Between the timeless and the finite
Between the darkness and the white light
And the lighthouse sweeps
Cuts cuts cuts cuts the night
And the radar spins
Ever ever ever evermore
And the lighthouse sweeps
And the radar spins
And the lighthouse sweeps
And the radar spins
We sat in an abandoned bunker
Shielded by concrete and rock
While the old world was collapsing
Masses raising their fists
We watched the seabirds and the spindrift
Sat among the rubble, the graffiti
For an hour or two from a lifetime
For a blink on the event horizon
Between the now and the extinction
Between the timeless and the finite
Between the darkness and the white light
And the lighthouse sweeps
Cuts cuts cuts cuts the night
And the radar spins
Ever ever ever evermore
A flash of certainty
Cuts cuts cuts cuts the night
And I am yours
Ever ever ever evermore
And the lighthouse sweeps
And the radar spins
And the lighthouse sweeps
And the radar spins
And the lighthouse sweeps
Cuts cuts cuts cuts the night
And the radar spins
Ever ever ever evermore
A flash of certainty
Cuts cuts cuts cuts the night
And I am yours
Ever ever ever evermore
