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[Intro] [Verse] Faded peonies on the wall Paper peeling in the hall Nineteen-twenty floral lace Echoes of a younger face Forty years I’ve trimmed the light Now they come to claim the night Small feet tap the iron floor Shadows creeping through the door [Pre-Chorus] Orange beaks and tuxedo coats Singing wild and jagged notes They want the wick, they want the oil Watching all my patience spoil [Chorus] Who holds the flame tonight? Who keeps the harbor bright? Is it the man or the bird? Not a single human word Just the smell of baking rye Underneath a heavy sky Wait for the dough to swell Ring the truce within the bell [Verse] (Spoken) I ask them a riddle of salt Whose silence is never at fault? They blink with eyes like beads Ignoring all my human needs They peck the brass and preen the glass Watching every hour pass I am the ghost of this stone But I am never quite alone [Pre-Chorus] Orange beaks and tuxedo coats Singing wild and jagged notes They want the wick, they want the oil Watching all my patience spoil [Chorus] Who holds the flame tonight? Who keeps the harbor bright? Is it the man or the bird? Not a single human word Just the smell of baking rye Underneath a heavy sky Wait for the dough to swell Ring the truce within the bell [Bridge] Flour dust like winter snow Making friends with the ancient foe The oven hums a wine glass drone Warmth within this tower of stone Knead the water, knead the grain Forget the wind and forget the rain A golden crust for a jagged beak The only language that we speak [Breakdown] The yeast is breathing in the dark Catching every lantern spark The walls are glowing soft and white A different kind of beacon light [Verse] One puffin wears my woolen cap Napping in my weary lap The sourdough begins to bloom Lighting up the living room The glass is warm with rising heat Golden crumbs beneath our feet The beacon’s wick is left to rest The yeast has passed the final test The tower shines with bread and salt Bringing every ship to halt [Chorus] Who holds the flame tonight? Who keeps the harbor bright? Is it the man or the bird? Not a single human word Just the smell of baking rye Underneath a heavy sky Wait for the dough to swell Ring the truce within the bell [Post-Chorus] The walls are glowing now The birds have taken the vow Golden yeast in the sky While the salt water goes by [Outro]
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