Mar

I need you, this feverish heat that you give me
Don't make me ask you to get me on my knees to pray
I don't do things on purpose, nor do I do them idly without knowing why
I ask you to imagine my saltwater in your sea

You have that look, like someone who's begging for meat and a mouth to wet
And quench my thirst, you are the lie I love to tell
I do it on purpose, I leave you hanging without knowing why
I ask you to imagine my saltwater in your sea

My saltwater in your sea
My saltwater in your sea
My saltwater in your sea