Blistered feet carry around the weight of the unrest
And nothing is quite where we left it
Oh we're just Sun-cured waiting for rain

Replace me with the salt from the sea
Bitter like grinding sand between your teeth
All we left ashore has blown away with the breeze
The Sun shines through your leaves, Komorebi

Fever dreams induce thoughts of impulsive action
Paralyzed, drunken sunlight and losing traction
Let me be, let me wash away with the morning
Struggling to keep you at arm's length

I feel the current pull you away

Replace me with the salt from the sea
Bitter like grinding sand between your teeth
All we left ashore has blown away with the breeze
The Sun shines through your leaves, Komorebi

Oh, we're just Sun-cured waiting for