Anna Mieke - Salt

I sometimes think that I have never the hang of it This transient thing the time of it is Let me dress your day into morrow's sun You've been keeping to yourself but it's warmer outside than in

We've seemingly sold a thousand moons and counting This curious trade of turning cheek and hearsay The stories waiver as the statues burn If it's fiction you believe, curtain fall if you please

Salt flat sundown with your magnet eyes Overhead birds cry in a sideways sky Land of all lost stars, I fear I'm wasting time Oh, Observer, tell me where your mind lies Salt flat bleach white and the horse flies Sweet drip in the sweat of a restless night Desert rock face shine in the car lights Oh, Observer, tell me, are you satisfied?

Globes as we climb, the sun is ablaze in your eyes Globes as we climb, the sun is ablaze in your eyes Wide eyes, wide eyes, wide eyes Wide eyes, wide eyes, wide eyes

Salt flat sundown with your magnet eyes Overhead birds cry in a sideways sky Land of all lost stars, I fear I'm wasting time Oh, Observer, tell me where your mind lies Salt flat bleach white and the horse flies Sweet drip in the sweat of a restless night Desert rock face shine in the car lights Oh, Observer, tell me, are you satisfied?

Globes as we climb, the sun is ablaze in your eyes Globes as we climb, the sun is ablaze in your eyes Wide eyes, wide eyes, wide eyes Wide eyes, wide eyes, wide eyes