Fighting in a Lighthouse

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.