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Frozen Moon
Lyrics by Oliver Eser
(Call): Hey-oh! Seal that flow!
(Response): Night’s grown cold and we wanna go home!
(Call): Clamp that joint, don’t let it blow!
(Response): Night’s grown cold and we wanna go home!
One more shift in the midnight hum
(Pipes all hiss and the engines drum)
Boots are heavy, gloves are tight
But we own this rig through the endless night
Night’s grown cold and we wanna go home
Jetstream’s wild, but we call this home
Wrench in hand, hair in braid
Still got grace while we haul this freight
Steel and fire in a woman’s grip
(Hold that torch, let no seal slip)
Laugh at frost and the boss man’s tone
(We take his orders, but think our own)
They say this work ain’t fit for grace
But we dance the lines in zero space
We hum, we climb, we patch, we run
With backs unbowed and workin’ guns
Night’s grown cold and we wanna go home
Storm’s still howlin’ but our hearts don’t roam
Suit zipped tight, but our fire still glows
We hold fast, ‘cause the Nitro knows...
Hey-oh! Nitro flow!
Night’s grown cold and we wanna go home...
Hold fast... girls got this...