White Cliffs

I could taste the salt

I could feel it in your hair

I could feel your love

I could feel it everywhere

And the birds won't speak without the heat

And I had your love on repeat

I could taste the salt

I could feel it in your hair

I could feel your love

I could feel it everywhere

And these words

They burn up

All the lights

All the lights

I still taste the salt

I still feel it when you're here

I can feel your love

I can feel it everywhere

And these words of fire

They burn up at night

All these cliffs turn to...

All these cliffs turn to...

All these cliffs turn to... (White)