Wet Salt

I taste the wet salt, old dirt, hot sweat
Of anyone who's ever seen this place
I'm not the last one here
There's a pile of us
What a long half life

Don't let it be over
Now I'm getting closer

I left you all you alone
With a pyre and pen
Said I'll take no blame
Hurl your dirt at me
But it's not the kind I feel
It's as good as it can be

Don't let it be over
Now I'm getting closer
Don't let it be

Our unwashed sheets, our filthy streets
I didn't care at first
Everything's been building up to this
it is all that you have known

Don't let it be over
Now I'm getting closer
Don't let it be



Credits
Writer(s): Galia Durant, Carim Clasmann
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