Seabass

I spilled some salt on your coffee table

Against the paint, the grains seemed like the stars

But whats the difference? Luck don\'t exist here anymore

It\'s how you choose to view everything out of your control

I\'m stuck here walking through deserts sands for promise lands

Head back to the river running

This bread and water should be all I keep and all I need

Head back to the river running

My pain would seem so small over the seas

So to complain would be so selfish now

But whats the difference? Luck don\'t exist here anymore

It\'s how you choose to view everything out of your control

I\'m stuck here walking through deserts sands for promise lands

Head back to the river running

This bread and water should be all I keep and all I need

Head back to the river running