Текст песни Going Back - Tropics

Underneath the cold stars and sun
Your icy breath crawls from between your lips
Inescapable, I keep my mouth shut
Embrace the aching air of your blue smile
This never-ending year, saltwater
It's in your palms, it's in your hands
The smell of freedom
Is in my head, a waste of time
This never-ending year, saltwater