Colin Ma**on - Two Lighthousekeepers lyrics

From the western ocean jets a spire of naked savage rock Upon the rock a faded wooden lighthouse stands alone Inside the tower two light housekeepers tend the light That warns the pa**ing ships away See them safely to port in the night The lighthouse was so isolate That the keepers had to wait For months before the catacave To bring a fresh replacement crew They manned the tower two by two Lest one should fail the other would be there To see the long ship through Couped up on a lonely rock With just the ticking of the clock Through other feral bow With pa**ing ships on the horizon Counting out the days they had to wait For the boat to take them home The force still at work beside The pair would not see eye to eye And when at shore were often heard Descending into angry words His words would sometimes come to blows Yet neither penny tense would show Then came the day that one did cry That he would see the other die Somebody spoke those fateful words Why so many overheard His words would haunt him all his days And they come from beyond the grave That night they argued who should take the watch Outside the wind rose to a howling gale The other said I don't feel well Indeed his face was fevered drawn and pale He took himself to bed and left the one To tend the spinning light that took like wurling clocks Reflecting on the rocks below Till time to change the watching house The other from his bed Except the other he was cold and dead But told he feared as cold as stone Stranded with this corpse alone He gripped like panic filled his mind With horror of a different kind So many heard what he had said And now the other he was dead Now who'd believe him if he said His nemesis had died in bed To keep the body he resolved To prove no evil had been done Inside a make shift coffin Against he cut a swift return But as he set off down to wait The rising gale would not a bait The crashing waves grew ever higher Threatening his lonely spire From days to weeks they also found The tower became his private hell And as time pa**ed below the line the aging corpse began to smell In truth his hopes they were forlorn He had them raking down the storm Waves like mountains gla**y plain' That smashed the box to smithereens So night he had the storm become it's Scour away the rotting flesh revealing bone and sinew Hanging high up in the air, for all to see Insanity invested fled now he was dancing with the dead now he had the printers grip, beckoning the tall ships in Two manly prancing figures In the howling screaming night Casting monstrous shadows In the ever spinning light Waving to the pa**ing ships The sailors see Two light housekeepers Dancing now