Blue denim soaked in the gray
The welding torch burns the day
I walk the porch made of pine
A heavy heart on the line
Monstera leaves catch the light
The roots are holding on tight
The soil is rich and it's deep
The secrets that the vines keep
Ride the rush of the thunder roar
Heavy boots on the wooden floor
Searing heat and a sudden rain
Wash away all the iron stain
Steel beams are frozen in place
The sparks are flying in space
I feel the wind in my hair
A static charge in the air
Ride the rush of the thunder roar
Heavy boots on the wooden floor
Searing heat and a sudden rain
Wash away all the iron stain
Ficus lyrata stands tall
Watching the summer rain fall
Cold reverb hits like a stone
I am standing here alone
Blue denim clings to my skin
The storm is letting me in
I smell the ozone and grit
The electric fuse is lit
Chlorophytum in the breeze
The garden bends to its knees
I watch the water run black
There is no turning us back
Ride the rush of the thunder roar
Heavy boots on the wooden floor
Searing heat and a sudden rain
Wash away all the iron stain
Iron stain on the floor
Lock the heavy porch door
Blue denim, deep soil!
