Post Coal Prom Queen - Salt

My bedsheets like ice sheets slip off
And my feet feel the bite of the unknown deep
Where all the eels sleep
Lost histories creep
I wake up to the sound of waves
Radio alarm replaced with whale song

Every day that we measure it
The water rises into my bedroom
Every day that we measure it
The streets they disappear
Fields salted

My bed a shipwreck
My lamp Atlantean
My mother warned me
The coral reef has teeth
And we flee and we float above
Leaving lands and the home we love

Every day that we measure it
The water rises into my bedroom
Every day that we measure it
The streets they disappear
Fields salted
The water rises

Written by:
Gordon Johnstone, Lily Higham

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music

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