Cold gray metal on the pine
Salty crust along the line
Silver flashes in the sky
Watch the heavy water fly
Sinking deep in the garden mud
Iron pulse in the thunder blood
Holding fast to the wooden floor
Heavy weight by the open door
Sodden planks and a leaking roof
Broken glass is the only proof
Capture lightning in a glass
Wait for all the clouds to pass
Sinking deep in the garden mud
Iron pulse in the thunder blood
Holding fast to the wooden floor
Heavy weight by the open door
Salty spray on a rusted chain
Drinking deep of the summer rain
Static hum on a radio
Nowhere left for the wind to go
Drag the anchor through the grit
Find the place where the edges fit
Hold the shutter, lock the view
Everything is turning blue
Yellow paint on a peeling wall
Wait for every drop to fall
Copper wires in a tangled knot
This is all that the weather brought
Sinking deep in the garden mud
Iron pulse in the thunder blood
Holding fast to the wooden floor
Heavy weight by the open door
Flash the bulb on a steady beat
Feel the humming in the street
Steel and timber in a fight
Turning gold in the sudden light
Sinking deep in the garden mud
Iron pulse in the thunder blood
Holding fast to the wooden floor
Heavy weight by the open door
Keep the frame still.
Just a heavy piece of rust. Sinking deep.
Sinking deep.