We left at the quiet hour
the killing floor of the night
When the ghosts come by
and wrap our hands in wire
I filled the flask, I filled it for both of us
So lets get drunk and fill up each other's eyes
Saltwater and moonlight
Stinging, sharp, like moonlight
I don't know where we make room for all of our lies
Lets hide our secrets in a small town near the shoreline
Where there's a lover with a heart full of wine
When it tips, it makes a stain on the countryside
You can see it from the neighbourhood
They talk about it in the neighbourhood
I've known those hills
and the thrill of their gold
When the wind blows through
and God's finally known
It's where the bear hides
when his hair is on fire
He burns up the loose brush,
but he can't catch all the liars
It's where I hide
when my hair is on fire
The prayers that I write
when the smoke gets in my eyes
You and I are stealing everything
Let's hope the town forgives the thieves
If I'm the sidewalk, my father, he's the curb
If I'm the rails, my brother, he's the yard
If you're the callus line, your mother's the farmer's hand
If you're the ocean's breeze, you sister, she's the wind
Forget the front porch, and the ashtray on the rail
Forget the fields, we're stronger than the soil
I filled the flask, I filled it for both of us
The body we killed is buried on the hill
The body we killed is buried on the hill
Saltwater and moonlight
Stinging, sharp, like moonlight
Let's hope the town forgives the thieves
Let's hope the town forgives the thieves
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