Within arm's reach
It's getting to you
Take what you need
Pick at the view
You're on a saltless land
Roots for feet
Reel in your outstretched hands
Line your cheeks
Weathered hearts seek
Forbidding ensues
Fake what you need
Sick of the view
Want it, you can have it
Try it, form a habit
You're thinking all you can
Touch you keep
Gathered like falling sand
Bygone dreams
Want it, you can have it
Try it, form a habit
Want it, you can have it
Try it, form a habit