switchfoot
saltwater heart
Talking to myself in a land locked parking lot Cough drop dripping from my mouth like a long shot My writers block ink, oh Sick of all the small talk dripping non-stop From the open mouth graves of the faux-hawk cinderblock malls My blood clot pen, oh Or maybe I could break clean Yeah maybe I could break clean When I'm on your shore again I can feel the ocean I can feel your open arms That pure emotion I'm finally free again Like my own explosion When I'm on your shore again I can feel the ocean Saltwater running through my veins like a blind spot Like I got caught, saltwater like a tear drop With a saltwater heart, oh It's an abstract thought but I've been thinking non-stop About the fact that my body's made most out of rain drops With a saltwater heart, oh Or maybe I could wash clean Yeah maybe I could believe When I'm on your shore again I can feel the ocean I can feel your open arms That pure emotion I'm finally free again Like my own explosion When I'm on your shore again I can feel the ocean Oh, Oh, Oh Maybe I could wash clean Maybe I could wash clean All land locked dreams Maybe I could believe When I'm on your shore again I can feel the ocean I can feel your open arms That pure emotion I'm finally free again Like my own explosion When I'm on your shore again I can feel the ocean Yeah, Oh, Oh, Oh I can feel the ocean