12 Seconds

A beacon spins around
So as to be seen from offshore
I was searching for the path to return
Though not willing to find it
Pacing down the trail
Chasing down the pulse of the spinning light
The black night unveils the sky for a moment
And turns black one more time

A quiet lighthouse
Nothing within me
Light meanwhile
Don't stop spinning round
It's not the light
What does matter in fact
Are those twelve little seconds
Of dark black night
Twelve little seconds
Of dark black night

So as to be seen from offshore
It's of little value to the sailor
Who knows not how to wait
Pacing down the trail
There's no other way to move afar
The night on the cape reveals itself
In an unmeasured radar

A beacon pauses
Only through daytime
Light meanwhile
Don't stop spinning round
It's not the light
What does matter in fact
Are those twelve little seconds
Of dark black night
Twelve little seconds
Of dark black night

So as to be seen from offshore