Song Lyrics

Talking with myself in a land-locked parking lot
Cough drop dripping from my mouth like a long shot
My writer's blocking oh oh oh
Sick of all the small talk, dripping non-stop
From the open-mouth graves of the faux hawk cinder block malls
My blood clot pen oh oh oh

Oh maybe I could break clean
Yeah, maybe I could break clean

We're on your shore again
I can feel the ocean
I can feel your open arms
That pure emotion
I'm finally free again
By my own explosion
We're on your shore again
I can feel the ocean

Saltwater running through my veins like a blind spot
Like I got caught, saltwater like a teardrop
With a saltwater heart oh oh oh
Now it's an abstract thought but I've been thinking non-stop
'Bout the fact that my body's made most out of raindrops
With a saltwater heart oh oh oh

Oh maybe I could wash clean
Yeah maybe I could believe

We're on your shore again
I can feel the ocean
I can feel your open arms
That pure emotion
I'm finally free again
By my own explosion
We're on your shore again
I can feel the ocean

Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh

Maybe I could wash clean
Yeah maybe I could wash clean
All my land-locked dreams
And maybe I could believe

We're on your shore again
I can feel the ocean
I can feel your open arms
That pure emotion
I'm finally free again
Like my own explosion
We're on your shore again
I can feel the ocean, yeah

Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
I can feel the ocean, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh

Jon Foreman, Tim Foreman

The duration of Saltwater Heart is 4:05 minutes and seconds.