The salt will clean the exit wound, as he finally checks his designs, wasn't sure what he'd come up with, coming closer to cry, now no no no no no
He saw the seeds and he saw the earth, red trigger pulling the thread, Couldn't contemplate the place, or what had crawled in his head, No. No no no no no
So you're gone, you're gone, you're gone now to California
We used our hands we took our time, You made me yours I made you mine, We used our hands we took out time, You made me yours I made you mine
The salt can't clean this exit wound, as he turns to the Eastern Shore, Couldn't recognise the place, or what had started it all, No. No no no no no
We used our hands we took our time, You made me yours I made you mine, We used our hands we took our time, You made me yours I made you mine.