paroles de chanson River Brine - The Low Anthem

River gray with salty brine
Wrapped around a coral spine
[?] it all divides
Sea of salt, salt like brine

Pestering with former planes
Some of us without a name
Sea or two, nitrogen

Driven by the need to know
Stepped into the undertow
T'wards the dance, be proud of sins
Looking for the ocean sand

Where the moon was [?]
Riding by, afterglow
Ledgered lines and measurements
Do their dull and bottled sand