hot rum and Arabic gum and red lamp oil the salty sea when it starts to boil brown sugar Cantonese tea on my fingertips as the sun shines down on the ship Eclipse
one day when i finally stand on true dry land i will wash the stain of life from these dirty hands that rooster out in the yard is a siren song that bright green land we once saw is gone
one day when i finally stand on true dry land i will wash the stain of life from these dirty hands and when the waves turn to smoke and the sky turns white the foghorn blows and we shake goodnight one day when i finally stand on true dry land i will wash the stain of life