My iron skin is peeling gold
A story that the currents told
I parked my frame on silver sand
A stranger in a jungle land
Turquoise waves wash o'er the rust
Turning heavy metal trust
Salty water, emerald green
The quietest ghost you've ever seen
The palms are leaning in my ear
The jungle sounds are all I hear
I used to carry heavy weight
Now I just accept my fate
The crabs are crawling in my hold
The humid air is thick and bold
I feel the coral take my knee
A sunken kingdom in the sea
Turquoise waves wash o'er the rust
Turning heavy metal trust
Salty water, emerald green
The quietest ghost you've ever seen
I remember Tokyo light
The diesel smoke and neon night
But the tide is a steady hand
Pulling me into the land
The barnacles are making homes
Beneath the white and salty foams
I'm just a hull without a crew
Painting my old armor blue
Turquoise waves wash o'er the rust
Turning heavy metal trust
Salty water, emerald green
The quietest ghost you've ever seen
Just a rusted shell on the beach. Out of reach.
Ride the tide.
Ride the tide.
