[Intro]
[low, distant vocal]
Old coins
Old codes
Old gods
In my phone
[Verse 1]
Gold tooth grinning in a flicker-lit alley
Sand on my tongue, still I dream of a galley
Mama burned sage, baba read in the stars
I read comments, count trauma, and scars
Hooked on a feed like a harbor on chains
Thoughts in a loop, same tide, same pain
I pour my past like a map on the table
Routes through the hurt, if the wind stays stable
[Chorus]
[gang vocal, shanty bounce]
Row, row, row through the data tide (hey!)
Chest full of ghosts that we never hide
Sails full of smoke and the satellite light
We sing for the lost in the dead of night
Row, row, row till the doubt runs dry (row!)
Storm in my throat but my flag still high
If I sink, then I sink with my name on a knife
Cut into the mast of a half-healed life
[Verse 2]
[Female lead]
Anklets ringing as I pace this deck
Kohl-eyed rage, whole past on my neck
Grandma’s hymn stitched inside my sleeve
About men who left, about girls who leave
I dance on a line between saint and scheme
Spice in my blood, heavy smoke in my dreams
Every old story says “wait, be nice”
But my heart’s tired living on sacrifice
[Pre-Chorus]
[Male + female, call-and-response]
You ever love so hard that it breaks your pride?
(Yeah I did, yeah I did, but I still survive)
You ever pray so long that the words run dry?
(So I hum, so I hum, let the hurt reply)
[Chorus]
[gang vocal, bigger]
Row, row, row through the data tide (hey!)
Chest full of ghosts that we never hide
Sails full of smoke and the satellite light
We sing for the lost in the dead of night
Row, row, row till the doubt runs dry (row!)
Storm in my throat but my flag still high
If I sink, then I sink with my name on a knife
Cut into the mast of a half-healed life
[Bridge]
[beat half-time, echoes]
Rum in the tea, but the truth stays bitter
Ink on my wrist like a shipwreck letter
I forgive who I can, I forget what I can’t
Some pain grows roots, some turns to chant
[Outro Chorus]
[soft first half, then full]
Row, row, row through the data tide
Chest full of ghosts that I won’t let guide
Sails full of holes but they still catch light
I steer by the scars that survived that night
Row, row, row, let the past unwind (row…)
Salt on my face, but the rage resigned
If I sink, then I sink, but I sing on the way
Name carved deep in the wood and the wave (hey!)