Thumb on the Lens Crank

[Ներածություն] [Տուն 1] The glass room leans beneath the storm, Salt claws the panes, the lamps burn warm. A boat pitches hard beyond the reef, One small mast against the blackened sea. [Կրկներգ] Hold on, i’m turning the light by hand! Though the motor’s dead, i’ll make it stand! Through the wall of water, through the gale, I’ll keep that beam upon your sail! [Տուն 2] The gears have seized; the belt lies torn, The great lens slows, then turns no more. I brace my shoulder to the wheel, And force its circle, steel on steel. [Կրկներգ] Hold on, i’m turning the light by hand! Though the motor’s dead, i’ll make it stand! Through the wall of water, through the gale, I’ll keep that beam upon your sail! [Կամուրջ] Each turn, a promise through the spray. Each sweep, a road that won’t give way. I see your bow rise, disappear— Then find the line and bring you near! [Guitar solo] [Կրկներգ] Hold on, i’m turning the light by hand! Though the motor’s dead, i’ll make it stand! Through the wall of water, through the gale, I’ll keep that beam upon your sail! [Ելք] The storm breaks wide; the dawn comes pale. The lamp turns on. you clear the gale.