Fighting in a Lighthouse - And Also the Trees

Through the curtains that blew apart

Drifted a strange old tune

And the sunlight with its dying rays

Floods the room with another day

The senile sea numbers each single

Slim silvered stone

The senile sea numbers each single

Slim silvered stone.

On the surface cool neon danced

Swam with a day old moon

And when I touched your fine boned shoulder

On the strand walking next to you

The senile sea numbers each single

Slim silvered stone.

Through the curtains that blew apart

Drifted a strange old tune

And the lighthouse with its slender beam

Crossed the room where the woman leaned.

The senile sea numbers each single

Slim silvered stone.