Cutting Pink With Knives Coasts
Distant shorelines
Pulsating rivers
The quiet motions
Of night time swimmers
If we push against currents we’ll leave a mark of the surface
Of all the oceans we’ve ever touched,
They’ll remember the shape of our bodies
“If it’s the ocean, or if it’s the sea
I always keep water close to me”
f-a-i-n-t s-p-a-r-k-s, yeah
Light tracks
Through the sand
And guide you along the sea
They fill your eyes
As the water warms your heart
