[Lyric] Brighton (Two White Cranes)

My two hands are holding pebblestones
My two lungs are holding salt
My toenails are turning violet
Lay the ocean out in folds

And I hold my head underwater
Underwater

I have never felt quite warm here
Air from ocean makes me cold
Hospital where was born near here
Early morning I am told

This low moon means I am panicking
Feel uncomfortable without
Feel uncomfortable with practicing
Leave it in or leave it out

And I tell myself
Close to water
Close to watеr
I was born here
I was born herе
I was born here
I was born here