Lyric

Dockside tower in a sheet of rain

Steel frame waiting with a quiet strain

Amber digits in a narrow slot

Cargo floor held above the docks

Cable hum under a sealed white door

Oil marks dark on the concrete floor

Hands on the rail, caution stays

Every small shift pulls harder weight

Hold it steady, feel it rise

Through the dark and warning signs

Keep it live, keep it tight

Signal on and we take the height

Steel on steel and the motors grind

Red light burning behind our eyes

When the floor drops back and the doors swing wide

We move with the system locked inside

Chain bite hard, press the lever down

Clamp that motion, do not let it drown

Click, hum, lift through the vertical run

Hard edge steady till the turn is done

Gauge light burning in a red lit row

Built for weight and it holds the flow

Bolt by bolt and the pressure speaks

Clean through force in the dockside heat

Control room glass with a tired green glow

Panel lamps pulsing in a steady row

Freight code blinking across the night

Harbor rails fading out of sight

Static hum under a hanging wire

Cold white light on the control side

Hands on the rail, pressure stays

Every slow turn pulls harder weight

Hold it steady, feel it rise

Through the dark and warning signs

Keep it live, keep it tight

Signal on and we take the height

Steel on steel and the motors grind

Red light burning behind our eyes

When the floor drops back and the doors swing wide

We move with the system locked inside

Chain bite hard, press the lever down

Clamp that motion, do not let it drown

Click, hum, lift through the vertical run

Hard edge steady till the turn is done

Gauge light burning in a red lit row

Built for weight and it holds the flow

Bolt by bolt and the pressure speaks

Clean through force in the dockside heat

No false calm in the engine room

Only breath and the shape of the boom

One green signal cuts the dark in two

Then the whole frame leans and the steel holds true

Seal the latch when the wind comes through

Feel the weight of the iron move

Nothing soft, just the chain and guide

One more rise and the doors slide wide

Night stays heavy on the loading bay

Steel keeps talking in a low delay

Rain keeps tracing the dockside glass

While the lift slows down and the hours pass

Green to red and the grid goes still

Cargo hush under the harbor hill

Last floor reached, then the current sleeps

A metal answer in the dockyard deep