Lyrics
Whipping palms like horsetail flicking
Reaching itches that are hard to reach
And the sound is constant
And the breeze is violent
Salt coating me
Ants cover me
Build a hill on me
Name it after me
A big cauldron churning
The powerlines are burning
I step, it stings
Yet I'm smiling
And the breeze is violent
Salt coating me
Ants cover me
Build a hill on me
In my memory
Writer(s): Benjamin Walter Babbitt, Emily Cross, Elizabeth Goodfellow, Theo Karon
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