Salt - Portugal. The Man

Pressing pulling this pains, the way

They listen and listen for all the way

But this can’t be all we have to wait

Do you hear the wind child?

Calling out the salt plains

Listen to the wind child

It’s calling, calling out your name

I was born of sun beams

Warming up our limbs

Born up from the earth, child

Ahhhhh ahh

No I’ll never come back down, down from here