Salt - Oren Ambarchi

Baby, sun rays were the signals in your eyes

That the fall may pull us slowly to the tide

Now I see things that were hidden from my eyes

I can taste salt the way it tasted as a child

If your orange hair vibrating in the sea life

And your shark skin reflects in constant blue light

Now you see things that were hidden from your eyes

Now we taste salt the way it tasted as a child