Pour salt on the wound that's healing,
intensity pain of the one bleeding,
Ride the seas to tease of emotions,

May the storm come forth and electrify
as I touch a live wire to say goodbye,
the haunting keys of the piano presses
gets softer as I lay, the sound lessens,

Last thoughts are of the sea-gulls
stealing our chips with vocal cords,
sneaking in to fill their tummies
as our lips lock together yummy.