Lyric

Salt on the window frame

White on the old paint line

Sea air drying slow

In the corners of my room

The glass remembers wind

Even when it stays still

My shirt keeps the shore

Like a hand on my skin

Quiet miles between

Your side and mine

But the tide stayed close

In the shape of time

Salt on the window frame

Salt on the window frame

I still wear the shore

Under my skin

Salt on the window frame

Salt on the window frame

You went out to sea

And I stayed in

Towel on the chair

Half-drained by the day

A pale line on my wrist

Where the rope once lay

My breath tastes of spray

When I open the door

And the room leans back

Like it knows that coast

Quiet miles between

Your side and mine

But the tide stayed close

In the shape of time

Salt on the window frame

Salt on the window frame

I still wear the shore

Under my skin

Salt on the window frame

Salt on the window frame

You went out to sea

And I stayed in

I don't need the storm

To know it's there

One grain, one line

And I'm back there

Salt on the window frame

Salt on the window frame

I still wear the shore

Under my skin

Salt on the window frame

Salt on the window frame

You went out to sea

And I stayed in