Lighthouse


With the keys of an old piano I’m gonna make myself a song
’bout a trip supposed to nowhere, like the name of a cyclone
oh, this city’s made our skins so white and thin
it feels like every dream’s been painted brown

Oh tonight I really wish that I could walk down to the lighthouse
sit and watch the mountains, smell the seagulls and the sea
the wind, the wise, the left, the recollecting
the mystery of a long forgotten spring

Friends they move to nowhere with paintings on their minds
so many miles to dwell before the journey ends
but in a clear blue morning in the library of light
Marq is takin’ pictures of a shell
sometimes I feel I’m holy, sometimes I think I’m dread
sometimes I just wonder, what’s in my head?


Now my mind is rambling ‘tween the water and your dreams
an angel’s playin’ pinball with my words upon the roof
there’s a huge, wonderful silence by my head
and a star is fallin’ exactly ‘round my neck

Some things are so big that nobody can see them
we make a sound that frightens, especially at night
it’s so silly to say “sorry” to the silent
it’s so foolish to say “fill me” when you’re gold

Friends they move to nowhere with paintings on their minds
so many miles to dwell before the journey ends
and in a clear blue morning in the library of light
Marq is takin’ pictures of a shell
now everyone is beautiful and me, I’m feelin’ rich
for nothing is more precious than a grain of sand


I’m gonna walk down to the lighthouse, turn my nightmares into sand
can I keep you in my pocket through the barren, desolate land?
will you help me pay no toll, heaven or hell?
we’ll sail the ocean with towels ‘round our heads

Friends they move to nowhere, paintings on their minds
so many miles to dwell before the journey ends
and in a clear blue morning in the library of life
Marq is takin’ pictures of a shell
now everyone is beautiful and me, I’m feelin’ rich
for nothing is more precious than a friend



(P) (C) 2008 Davide Ravera