Saltwater Heart

(альбом: Fading West - 2014)

Talking with myself in a land-locked parking lot
Cough drop dripping from my mouth like a long shot
My writer's block ink, oh whoa oh
Sick of all the small talk, dripping non-stop
From the open-mouth graves of the faux-hawk cinder-block malls
My blood clot pen, oh whoa oh

Oh maybe I could break clean
Yea, maybe I could break clean

When I'm on your shore again
I can feel the ocean
I can feel your open arms
Like pure emotion
I'm finally free again
Like my own explosion
When I'm on your shore again
I can feel the ocean

Saltwater running through my veins like a blind spot
Like I got caught, saltwater like a tear drop
With this saltwater heart oh whoa oh
Now it's an abstract thought but I've been thinking non-stop
'bout the fact that my body's made most out of rain drops
With this saltwater heart oh whoa oh

Oh maybe I could wash clean
Yea, maybe I could believe

When I'm on your shore again
I can feel the ocean
I can feel your open arms
Like pure emotion
I'm finally free again
Like my own explosion
When I'm on your shore again
I can feel the ocean

Oh maybe I could wash clean
Yea maybe I could wash clean
All my land-locked dreams
And maybe I could believe

When I'm on your shore again
I can feel the ocean
I can feel your open arms
Like pure emotion
I'm finally free again
Like my own explosion
When I'm on your shore again
I can feel the ocean

I can feel the ocean