Salt in Hot Summer

Slope your body 69 degree, While drifting around this. Your flair floats completely into The falling cape, without a shape But still in straight rotation. Can you leave them behind? Those words in your mind. Can you change a twisted stance? And grep for helping hands. These burning roots got no food like they should, There fire asks for water. These burning roots got no food but they could, Sprinkle salt in hot summer. Pay attention to what you really are, While drifting around this. Your dreams are completely everything you need, All you ever known. Feel some vibration. Can you leave them behind? Those words in your mind. Can you change a twisted stance? And grep for helping hands. These burning roots got no food like they should, There fire asks for water. These burning roots got no food but they could, Sprinkle salt in hot summer. Can you leave them behind? Those words in your mind. Can you change a twisted stance? And grep for helping hands. These burning roots got no food like they should, There fire asks for water. These burning roots got no food but they could, Sprinkle salt in hot summer.