Track Insight / Lyrics
He sits beneath a jagged pane,
Where salt is washed away by rain.
His coat is worn and turning grey,
He watches all the ships sail away.
Oh, he's rusting in the green,
The strangest sight you've ever seen.
Tied to a root and a broken line,
Waiting for a golden sign.
He keeps a compass in his hand,
Far from the touch of coastal sand.
The soil is thick and dark and deep,
While all the heavy anchors sleep.
Oh, he's rusting in the green,
The strangest sight you've ever seen.
Tied to a root and a broken line,
Waiting for a golden sign.
He mends a net with shaking thread,
The ghosts of oceans in his head.
The ferns are climbing up his knee,
A forest where he used to be.
Oh, he's rusting in the green,
The strangest sight you've ever seen.
Tied to a root and a broken line,
Waiting for a golden sign.
The glass is cracked and let in cold,
A story that is never told.
He hums a hymn from long ago,
And lets the heavy ivy grow.
Oh, he's rusting in the green,
The strangest sight you've ever seen.
Tied to a root and a broken line,
Waiting for a golden sign.
Just a sailor in the weeds.
Planting all the saltwater seeds.
Rusting in the green.
Rusting in the green.
