Sima Cunningham Salt At Night
Cinnamon in the evening salt at night
A simple combination i need to feel right
Need to feel whole cause its in ritual that i reside
I tried to build an island on a sinking ocean floor
I gathered the foundation on a thousand floating doors
Who knows where they go but I'll go there in due time
Humble in the morning, evenings for the proud
A simple recitation i like to say outloud
Sew in the shower weave into my mind
When I go out walking I'm all by myself
Trough a slew of talking to no one else
Who knows where I go but I go there in my time
And its hard to tell you why
I just want to float by
Maybe its the best that can be
Maybe if you only see what I see
Call you out once in a while
What if we're the best of all time