I cling to a wrist of bone
A circuit of copper tone
My screen is a toxic jade
Where all of the colors fade
Green glow glass in the gray
Lighting up a ruined way
Green glow glass on the skin
Where the wasteland songs begin
I flicker through broken steel
A digital sort of feel
You brush off the gritty salt
A world brought to sudden halt
Green glow glass in the gray
Lighting up a ruined way
Green glow glass on the skin
Where the wasteland songs begin
I map out the concrete maze
Through a radioactive haze
Your fingers are cold and thin
I feel where the wires spin
Green glow glass in the gray
Lighting up a ruined way
Green glow glass on the skin
Where the wasteland songs begin
Click the dial, turn the gear
Keep the steady signal near
Battery is running low
Watch the emerald flicker go
We huddle in rusted shells
Ring the old alarm bell knells
Two strangers in static light
Cutting through the heavy night
Green glow glass in the gray
Lighting up a ruined way
Green glow glass on the skin
Where the wasteland songs begin
Green glow glass.
Hold the light.
Hold it tight.
