Testo: Smog. Sewn To The Sky. A Jar Of Sand.

I heard the treasure lay beneath the sounds of your (little lake?) (brittle bay?)
When I left the shore that day it looked like the moon
And the deck on the seas on the storming seas
I can see the southern cross, the southern cross

Tide pools big enough
Tide pools just deep enough to drown in

Lots of drowning girls little hands dived for pearls
To wear in your wedding ring
I know, I know what's buried under the sands
Of your (little lake)

Tide pools big enough to drown in
Tide pools just deep enough to drown in

I gave you a jar of sand from the coast
I gave you a jar of sand from the coast
I gave you a jar of sand from the coast