rooms full of salt

fault my pluck

and a poets charm so far, ever far

little stars that burn the holes in my soul



and everything just feels like rain

the road we're on, the things we crave

and everything just feels like rain

if I should sleep, what's left to dream?

when everything feels like rain



drift as I dive

find the deep

out of reach of all light

far, ever far

restless tides along the changing shore



and everything just feels like rain

the road we're on, the things we crave

and everything just feels like rain

if I should sleep, what's left to dream?

when everything feels like rain