I feel the salt upon my skin.
Where the jungle walls begin.
My fibers hold a yellow hue.
Waiting for a hand that's new.
Read the lines of the old design.
Trace the gold in a crooked line.
Lost inside the Yamatai mist.
Something that the wind has kissed.
I saw the *Monstera* grow tall.
Climbing up the temple wall.
I felt the damp and heavy loam.
Far away from any home.
A sudden tear along my side.
Nowhere left for me to hide.
Heavy boots on broken stone.
Facing all the dark alone.
Read the lines of the old design.
Trace the gold in a crooked line.
Lost inside the Yamatai mist.
Something that the wind has kissed.
The *Ficus* roots wrap round the bone.
Deep within the dead zone.
The ink begins to bleed and run.
Underneath a dying sun.
I hold the path to the high peak.
Giving her the truth she seeks.
Tattered edges, worn and thin.
Let the final climb begin.
Read the lines of the old design.
Trace the gold in a crooked line.
Lost inside the Yamatai mist.
Something that the wind has kissed.
Fold me up and walk away.
Wait until another day.
