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#lyrics #clarimassimiliano #progressiverock #progressiverock #60s #musiclover #psychedelicrock #musica The Pentasirius - The Lighthouse Keeper’s Lament "They say the sea forgets no face… but the light… the light remembers everything." I climb the stairs of salt and stone, Where time has turned to rust and bone. The lantern hums a silver tune Beneath a bruised and bloated moon. My logbook’s filled with phantom ships— Names that sailed on trembling lips. Some came close… some turned away… All dissolved in break of day. Oh, the tide don’t care for sorrow, And the stars won’t lend their glow. I’m just a ghost inside this tower, Watching shadows come and go. The waves keep singing lullabies To sailors lost in midnight skies— While I polish glass and feed the flame… And whisper my own forgotten name. A mermaid once tapped on my pane, With eyes like oil on summer rain. She offered me a coral crown If I’d let the beacon drown. But duty’s chains are made of mist— You feel them, yet they don’t exist. So I lit the wick, she sank below… And left me with this endless glow. Oh, the tide don’t care for sorrow, And the stars won’t lend their glow. I’m just a ghost inside this tower, Watching shadows come and go. The waves keep singing lullabies To sailors lost in midnight skies— While I polish glass and feed the flame… And whisper my own forgotten name. “Day 217… or is it 302? The calendar’s grown seaweed in its glue… I saw my wife in the foam today— She smiled… then melted into spray… Maybe I’m the ship… Maybe I’m the shore… Maybe I’m the dream the ocean’s dreaming… …anymore.” Oh, the tide don’t care for sorrow… (No, it never did…) And the stars won’t lend their glow… (Just cold and hid…) I’m just a ghost inside this tower… (Stone and bone…) Watching shadows come and go… (All alone…) The waves keep singing lullabies… (To no one now…) While I polish glass… and feed the flame… … … … …am I still here? "Let the dark come in…"