[Verse] Male: Salt on my lips, cold in my bones, Watching the last light fold into the stone. Fog’s curling in like a shroud on the sea, No name on my chest, no ship on the key. Female: The docklights blink like a dying spark, A ghost of the world I’ll never mark. I know the tide won’t call my name— But I’ll still sing it through the rain. [Pre-Chorus] Both: Oh-oh-oh, the wind’s got my voice, Oh-oh-oh, no choice, no peace, no choice. [Chorus] Both: I’m a lighthouse in the fog, I’m a storm that won’t break, My name’s carved in the wind, not erased by the ache. I’ll burn with this fire, even if I’m not seen— I’m a sailor without a shore, but I’m not a ghost, I’m a mean. Oh-oh-oh, I’m not dead, I’m just gone— Fog can’t still my soul, I’m still strong! [Verse] Male: The harbor clock forgot to chime, The world went quiet, lost in a line. No wave for my hand, no sky to hold— But still I rise, like a war cry untold. Female: Ghosts don’t burn, they don’t shout, I’m a storm in the throat, I’m not out. The fog may hide where I’ve been, But my voice is the tide that will never end. [Pre-Chorus] Both: Oh-oh-oh, the wind’s got my voice, Oh-oh-oh, no choice, no peace, no choice. [Chorus] Both: I’m a lighthouse in the fog, I’m a storm that won’t break, My name’s carved in the wind, not erased by the ache. I’ll burn with this fire, even if I’m not seen— I’m a sailor without a shore, but I’m not a ghost, I’m a mean. Oh-oh-oh, I’m not dead, I’m just gone— Fog can’t still my soul, I’m still strong! [Bridge] Male: (Sustained, raw) Can you hear me? Still standing… still standing… Female: (Smoky, low) Can you feel me? Still burning… still burning… Both: (Harmonizing fiercely) The sea don’t own my name— I’m the storm it can’t tame! [Chorus] Both: I’m a lighthouse in the fog, I’m a storm that won’t break, My name’s carved in the wind, not erased by the ache. I’ll burn with this fire, even if I’m not seen— I’m a sailor without a shore, but I’m not a ghost, I’m a mean. Oh-oh-oh, I’m not dead, I’m just gone— Fog can’t still my soul, I’m still strong! [Outro] Both: (Fading with intensity) Still standing… Still burning… Still singing— Fog can’t steal the fire I was born with… Not dead… not gone… Just… Not… afraid.