A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

Still waiting for my saviour
Storms tear me limb from limb
My fingers feel like seaweed
I'm so far out I'm too far in

I am a lonely man
My solitude is true
My eyes have borne stark witness
And now my nights are numbered too

I've seen the smiles on dead hands
The stars shine
But they're not for me

I prophesy disaster
And then I count the cost
I shine but, shining, dying
I know that I am almost lost

On the table lies blank paper
But my tower is built on stone
I only have blunt scissors
I only have the bluntest hone

I've been the witness and the seal of death
Lingers in the molten wax that is my head

When you see the skeletons of sailing-ship spars sinking low
You'll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancient myths
Are solemnly directed straight at you