Seabass

I spilled some salt on your coffee table
Against the paint, the grains seemed like the stars
But whats the difference? Luck don't exist here anymore

It's how you choose to view everything out of your control

I'm stuck here walking through deserts sands for promise lands
Head back to the river running
This bread and water should be all I keep and all I need
Head back to the river running

My pain would seem so small over the seas
So to complain would be so selfish now
But whats the difference? Luck don't exist here anymore
It's how you choose to view everything out of your control

I'm stuck here walking through deserts sands for promise lands
Head back to the river running
This bread and water should be all I keep and all I need
Head back to the river running