Salt from Theatre by Anna Mieke

I sometimes think that I have
Never the hang of it this
Transient thing of, time that is let me
Dress your day in tomorrow’s sun you’ve been
Keeping to yourself but, it’s warmer outside than in

We see we saw a thousand moons and counting this
Curious trait of turning cheek and hearsay
The stories waver and the statues burn if it’s
Fiction you believe curtain fall if you please

Salt flat sun down with your magnet eyes
Overhead birds cry in a sideways sky
Land of all lost hours I fear I’m wasting time
Oh observer tell me, where your mind lies
Salt flat bleach white and the horse flies
Sweet trip in the sweat of a restless night
Desert rock face shy in the car-lights
Oh observer tell me, are you satisfied

Climb sister climb the sun is ablaze in your eyes
Climb sister climb the sun is ablaze in your eyes
Wide eyes, wide eyes, wide eyes

Salt flat sun down with your magnet eyes
Overhead birds cry in a sideways sky
Land of all lost hours I fear I’m wasting time
Oh observer tell me, where your mind lies
Salt flat bleach white and the horse flies
Sweet trip in the sweat of a restless night
Desert rock face shy in the car-lights
Oh observer tell me, are you satisfied

Climb sister climb the sun is ablaze in your eyes
Climb sister climb the sun is ablaze in your eyes
Wide eyes, wide eyes, wide eyes
Wide eyes, wide eyes, wide eyes

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