Taste of Salt
Rusty swings and monkey bars
Smell of pine and taste of salt
You come to me in a summer dress
And I I'm a faded photograph
Life now makes so much sense looking down the barrel of a gun
Black and white and made of stone
Ruins of another world
Dust is where it all begun
And I'm just trying to be the seventh son
And now life makes so much sense looking down the barrel of a gun
Writer/s: Antonis Vavagiannis
