Salt Water

Now this place
Is all ours
This little hut
And nowhere to be
Nowhere to be
In the salt water
There were glowing fishes
They swarm around our ankles
They swim through our fingers
We wash off
The smell of salt water
Then we walked home
At three in the morning
I run out of words
That work on you
The moment takes over
The moment takes over
There’s nowhere to be
We’ve nowhere to be