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She counts the gulls like marks upon a cell Salt in
her hair, a kingdom made of shells
Beyond the reef, the weather writes in knives She asks the tide
if other suns survive Her heart climbs cliffs her feet have never
known A map of ache beneath her collarbone
She hums to storms that gather out of reach A prayer in
glass, half-buried on the beach (ah)
If the world is a flame past the water Let it burn
its name into the sky
She will rise with the waves like a daughter Of every road
she has been denied Carry me over,
carry me under
I am more than the shore I can see (yeah)
At night she names the ships by their scars
Iron birds passing under vacant stars
She dreams of streets that bend like river veins Of winter glass,
of mountains split by rain
But every dawn returns her to the sand A crown of foam
dissolving in her hand
She bites the wind and tastes a foreign door Then screams for
more, then sings for more (go) Does the moon feel trapped above
the sea?
Does the rain know lands I cannot reach?
I keep a continent inside my chest (hah)
If the world is a flame past the water
Let it burn its name into the sky She will rise with
the waves like a daughter Of every road she has been denied
Carry me over, carry me under
Break the horizon and bury the key I am more than the
shore I can see (yeah)