A Plague of Lighthouse Keepers

from the album Pawn Hearts by Van der Graaf Generator

 

Lighthouses might house the key but can I reach the door?

 

I want to walk on the sea so that I may better find a shore;

but how can I ever keep my feet dry?

I scan the horizon,

I must keep my eyes on all parts of me.

 

Looking back on the years it seems that I have lost my way:

lLike a dog in the night I have run to a manger,

now I am the stranger I stay in.

Ah, well.

 

All of the grief I have seen leaves me chasing solitary peace;

But I hold experience in my head.

I'm too close to the light,.

I don't think I see right, for I blind me.

 

One of the Whitby lighthouses on the harbour. The cold blue light of night gives way to the rising sun. The ancient lighthouse on the harbour wall have been here many a year. The calm sea washing against the sea defences. The old stone of the harbour showing its age.

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