Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Up on the Beryl Alpha, where the North Sea roars,
Three weeks on, three weeks off, it’s the life we’ve signed up for.
Building towers in the wind, with the sea below our feet,
Dodging lightning in the storm, the rhythm we repeat.

But the gossip runs like oil spills, slick and hard to clear,
Two-faced shadows linger close, pretending they’re sincere.
Helicopters grounded, lightning triggers in the air,
We’re stuck here waiting longer, in this wild and endless stare.


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[Chorus]
We’re the scaffolding soldiers, in the ocean’s embrace,
Three weeks of hard graft, in this steel-and-sky place.
Dodging whispers, dodging rain, and the lightning’s fiery strike,
Dropping down over the sea, living the offshore life.


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[Verse 2]
Lowering on a dropper, with the waves crashing below,
The standby vessel’s watching, ready for the unknown.
We trust the ropes, we trust the crew, we trust the work we do,
But out here, trust can be a ghost in the faces you look through.

The scaffold’s built on metal pride, our hands, the lines we trace,
Yet rumors fly like seagulls, leaving stains we can’t erase.
Delays keep piling on the clock, the tension’s running high,
Helicopters circling, but lightning rules the sky.


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[Chorus]
We’re the scaffolding soldiers, in the ocean’s embrace,
Three weeks of hard graft, in this steel-and-sky place.
Dodging whispers, dodging rain, and the lightning’s fiery strike,
Dropping down over the sea, living the offshore life.


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[Bridge]
The sea may howl, the skies may break, but we stand in the fray,
Trigger lightning stops the flights, and we’re forced to stay.
Through sleepless nights and heavy loads, we carry our own weight,
Out here, we’re tested every day, by people and by fate.


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[Chorus]
We’re the scaffolding soldiers, in the ocean’s embrace,
Three weeks of hard graft, in this steel-and-sky place.
Dodging whispers, dodging rain, and the lightning’s fiery strike,
Dropping down over the sea, living the offshore life.


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[Outro]
So here’s to the scaffold brothers, who climb and who endure,
Through storms and stress and gossip’s mess, our spirits stay secure.
Three weeks on, three weeks off, and back we go again,
The Beryl Alpha’s waiting, where the sea will never end