"Baltimore" lyrics

"Baltimore"

I hit my head on a rock in Baltimore
I lost my child at that sea
I beat my chest on the waves in Baltimore
My sister tried to look for me
I feel so wrecked from it all in Baltimore
I lost my child at that sea
I feel so wrecked from it all in Baltimore
My sister tried to look for me

Now I don't feel myself
But you never feel yourself
No, I don't feel myself
No, you never feel yourself

We made our way back down to the capital
My hair was stroked and I was still
Salty tears and Jewish wine
In New York City, all bright lights
The sea was still on my mind
I thought I drank it all
Now this song

Now I don't feel myself
I said I don't feel myself

Baltimore
In Baltimore
Baltimore
In Baltimore

Spill me on the beach
Spoil me like before
Pour me like I'm yours
Pour like the other girls
Spill me on the beach
Throw me to the rocks
Drag me back to shore
Drag me back, I'm yours

On the beach
Spoil me like before
Pour me like I'm yours
Pour like the other girls
Spill me on the beach
Throw me to the rocks
Drag me back to shore
Drag me back, I'm yours

Baltimore
In Baltimore
Baltimore
In Baltimore


Writer(s): Marco Pinia, Louis Giles O'Bryen, Asha Lorenz, Campbell Alexander Baum
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