Sun Burnt Hands (I think)
no one can find the lakefront
in a city of sinking ships
fuck the land
fuck the bottom of the ocean
black eyed waves streaming past
your children have become nothing
even the shade can't hide them
but there's no one coming
sun burnt hands elbow deep in salt and sand
pains worth never moving
no one can find the skyline
through the thick leaved canopy
feel the rain coming through though
consuming everything around you
sinking ships got another proposition
swearing they'll rise again and you can come with them
it's the same words that cut down all the trees
and showed how ugly the skyline can be
Ashamed of that name
I just want to talk weather.
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