I wanna feel a heart that feels real
Our actions pollute this space
And I'm wondering
"Will it ever end?"
Go ahead and wash it away
Black salt to keep you and baby safe
Go ahead and wash it away
It returns in the morning
Oh don't be so cynical there still some hope in this world
Baby girl just keep your chin up and keep going for that sun
We can build a storyline with you as my main character
Photograph my dancing passion and I'll do the same to yours
Our indigenous crimes
Our indigenous ways
They pollute this space