Gord Downie - Broadcast lyrics

The sun rises with no sound* And broadcasts only the required amounts And as it ensouls the lake We see a small puff of smoke from far away It's a Great Laker Pink in the rising sun Dropping off something A big freighter Pink on the horizon It's picking up something The sun leaves the day denounced And broadcasts only the entire amount As four apples wash ashore We look out and there, we see some more There's a Laker Pink in the setting sun Dropping off something The moon comes up big and round And broadcasts only its small amounts We're no good but we're organised We look out and there, on the lake's a light A Great Laker's light If it's showing green It's dropping off something If it's showing red Coming from the right Out of the west Into the night On the working lake Moving with the wind It's picking up something Our beautiful due Our hearts open wide Just me and you Fourteen inside Standing by the lake Faces to the wind Picking up something