Saltwater Static

Saltwater static Singing in my blood I keep trying to stand still But the wave keeps coming up There’s a radio under my ribs Playing heaven, playing knives One day I am made of lightning One day I can’t turn on the lights I make promises at sunrise With a mouth full of gold By the evening I am empty By the morning I am sold To the bright thing To the bad swing To the choir in my head Saying run, boy You’re the sun, boy Don’t you dare go back to bed Saltwater static Singing in my blood I keep trying to stand still But the wave keeps coming up Saltwater static Sweet electric flood I keep building little houses Where the ocean says it was I am laughing in the deep end I am crying on the stairs I am everyone’s good omen Till I’m too much to repair There’s a god inside the glitter There’s a ghost beneath the glow I can feel the high tide coming But I never get to know If it loves me If it hates me If it only wants me loud If I’m flying If I’m falling If I’m holy or just drowned Saltwater static Singing in my blood I keep trying to stand still But the wave keeps coming up Saltwater static Pretty little flood Everybody sees the shimmer Nobody names the mud And when the light goes When the fight goes When the bright leaves me behind I am stranded Empty-handed With a storm inside my mind I say, not again Please, not again But the moon is at the door And it knows me And it owns me And it wants me back for more