Grip the Chalk Line

[Кіріспе] [Куплет 1] The gearbox locks; the lens goes still Salt hammers hard against the sill The backup bulb gives one dull spark Then dies above the teeth of dark I take the stairs two at a time The tower shakes against the climb A freighter calls through rain and wire I hear its name, then lose the fire [Қайырма] Turn, turn, old glass, turn by hand Send one thin warning across the blackened land Hold, hold, till the storm runs through I’m keeping this beam alive for you [Куплет 2] My gloves slip red on iron teeth The lamp’s cold heart won’t wake beneath Each sweep i make is slow and blind A blade of light i have to find The radio spits, then fades away No answer comes; no words will stay I brace my shoulder to the frame And drag the lens around again [Қайырма] Turn, turn, old glass, turn by hand Send one thin warning across the blackened land Hold, hold, till the storm runs through I’m keeping this beam alive for you [Guitar solo] [Көпір] If you can hear me, keep her west Keep your bow up; do your best I’ve got one arm around the wheel One breath to make the bearing real [Қайырма] Turn, turn, old glass, turn by hand Send one thin warning across the blackened land Hold, hold, till the storm runs through I’m keeping this beam alive for you I’m keeping this beam alive for you