Wet ferns cling to my old leather boot
Cold grey mist hides the deep jungle root
My lens captures the silver and blue
Searching for a glimpse of something new.
The clock on the dash has stopped its beat
I feel the damp air and the heavy heat
A mountain of iron breaks through the haze
Setting my wandering spirit ablaze.
Reach for the hand of the steel giant king
Hear how the heavy metal cables sing
Lift me high above the emerald floor
Open up the heavy cockpit door.
Chrome skin reflects the first golden light
Waking up from a long velvet night
He stands like a god in the humid steam
Brighter than any midnight runaway dream.
The clock on the dash has stopped its beat
I feel the damp air and the heavy heat
A mountain of iron breaks through the haze
Setting my wandering spirit ablaze.
Reach for the hand of the steel giant king
Hear how the heavy metal cables sing
Lift me high above the emerald floor
Open up the heavy cockpit door.
I step on the palm with a shaky stride
Nowhere left for a lonely girl to hide
The gears turn slow with a rhythmic sound
Leaving the mud and the sodden ground.
No more buses and no more midnight trains
Breaking the weight of these heavy iron chains
One single shot in the blink of an eye
Writing my name on the morning sky.
Reach for the hand of the steel giant king
Hear how the heavy metal cables sing
Lift me high above the emerald floor
Open up the heavy cockpit door.
I look at the world from a titan's view
Everything old is suddenly new
The jungle is small like a mossy bed
With a crown of gold on the giant's head.
Reach for the hand of the steel giant king
Hear how the heavy metal cables sing
Lift me high above the emerald floor
Open up the heavy cockpit door.
Just a snapshot of the morning light
Holding on tight, holding on tight.
