Salt Water - Sam Eagle

Now this place

Is all ours

This little hut

And nowhere to be

Nowhere to be

In the salt water

There were glowing fishes

They swarm around our ankles

They swim through our fingers

We wash off

The smell of salt water

Then we walked home

At three in the morning

I run out of words

That work on you

The moment takes over

The moment takes over

There’s nowhere to be

We’ve nowhere to be