The Lighthouse Lyrics

I thought I saw it inside yesterday's tide

Below the leaky vessels that our yellow rays guide

And inky albatross feathers take flight

Far above a trident wielding god who tethers great whites

The lighthouse stretches so high

And the fire in the top is like a lidless gold eye

Spire on a rock and a witless lowlife

With a wooden figurine that he whittles all night

I looked into the sea and saw a shimmering light

And the shadow of his famous weapon with its three spikes

Where souls of dead sailors hold their mysteries tight

And are only freed from their shackles when the king likes

Mermaid dreams, salty foam skies

Wailings of a siren but the harpies don't cry

Bloated whale carcass, larvae grown flies

Spectre sails flown where the pirate parties won't pry

Mesmerized by the burning wick bright

Stare at black waves infinite that turn your insides

Work there with a person that you're sure to despise

As you murmur words of murder 'til it hurts your windpipe

Empty lobster traps and the last red drop of wine

Spoiled rations lost among the jagged rocks and brine

Talking at seagulls that clearly haven't got the time

Slack jawed and petrified within the lantern's haunting shine

A bloody film encrusting the entire shoreline

Dark tentacles that twist and curl inside a warped mind

A sacred fish is skewered on Poseidon's fork tines

In the deep where drowned heroes in their final form dine