Lyrics
I would be down on my back looking up at stars at night, and if i could get back to reach, saltwater brine where you hung your crown
Before i go i ve got to run, before i go i ve got to run, find six seeds to bring back to the yard and plant underneath the birch tree
To reach the saltiest of evergreens, when i hear that wind and i think of spring Swing, i would be swinging from a broken tree
My forehead burned but i closed my eyes, now you ve got to go
If i was a boy at sea, til i heard the distant sound of drums
Saltwater brine where you hung your crown, i thought you might come out from the dream to find that
Find six seeds to bring back to the yard and plant underneath the birch tree, that i burned for six days in the sun
underneath the pine grew a patch of thyme
Underneath an open window a carved out sign and, i thought you might come out from the dream to find that, saltwater brine where you hung your crown
No white skies or red sunlight, underneath the pine grew a patch of thyme, often i would fight with my mind
Til i heard the distant sound of drums, to reach the saltiest of evergreens
And my forehead burned but i closed my eyes, often i would fight with my mind
If i was a boy at sea, underneath an open window a carved out sign and
To reach the saltiest of evergreens, underneath the pine grew a patch of thyme Swing, when i hear that wind and i think of spring
Before i go i ve got to run, i would be down on my back looking up at stars at night
If i was a boy at sea, no white skies or red sunlight, if i was a boy at sea
Saltwater brine where you hung your crown, to reach the saltiest of evergreens
And my forehead burned but i closed my eyes, in the saltwater brine
Often i would fight with my mind, if i was a boy at sea
If i was a boy at sea, before i go i ve got to run Swing, and my forehead burned but i closed my eyes
when i hear that wind and i think of spring
I would be swinging from a broken tree, before i go i ve got to run, before i go i ve got to run
When you washed your eyes in last night s tea, saltwater brine where you hung your crown
And my forehead burned but i closed my eyes, and my forehead burned but i closed my eyes, underneath the pine grew a patch of thyme
i would be down on my back looking up at stars at night
I would be swinging from a broken tree, i would be swinging from a broken tree, i would be down on my back looking up at stars at night
Find six seeds to bring back to the yard and plant underneath the birch tree, i thought you might come out from the dream to find that
down the street to the market cove where i could
To reach the saltiest of evergreens, i would be swinging from a broken tree
and if i could get back to reach
And my forehead burned but i closed my eyes, in the saltwater brine
Find six seeds to bring back to the yard and plant underneath the birch tree, down the street to the market cove where i could
To reach the saltiest of evergreens, before i go i ve got to run
My forehead burned but i closed my eyes, i thought you might come out from the dream to find that
oh the queen had come and the king had died
Underneath an open window a carved out sign and, underneath an open window a carved out sign and, to reach the saltiest of evergreens
And if i could get back to reach, before i go i ve got to run Discovery, to reach the saltiest of evergreens
down the street to the market cove where i could
and if i could get back to reach
to reach the saltiest of evergreens
often i would fight with my mind
in the saltwater brine
I would be swinging from a broken tree, i would be down on my back looking up at stars at night
down the street to the market cove where i could
Now you ve got to go, and my forehead burned but i closed my eyes
When you washed your eyes in last night s tea, i thought you might come out from the dream to find that
Underneath the pine grew a patch of thyme, i would be swinging from a broken tree, saltwater brine where you hung your crown
when you washed your eyes in last night s tea
Underneath the pine grew a patch of thyme, and if i could get back to reach, now you ve got to go
underneath an open window a carved out sign and
i would be swinging from a broken tree
And if i could get back to reach, i would be down on my back looking up at stars at night
i thought you might come out from the dream to find that
I would be down on my back looking up at stars at night, before i go i ve got to run, oh the queen had come and the king had died
If i was a boy at sea, you know that i would turn back just to fight the whites of iron eyes, and my forehead burned but i closed my eyes