Salmon Skin Songtext
von Field Guides

You wore my coat made of salmon skin
I wore the veil spun from spider silk
I wasn′t sure if you would let me in
But you drank the last drop of the stuff that I spilled

And slyly, I take my leave
And finely, finally, you trace the edge


From California, you sent me a photo of
The water reflecting in the cove where you got lost
From the dusty valley on the grounds of the monastery
I called you across continents, not considering the cost

And slyly, I take my leave
And finely, finally, you trace the edge

And slyly, I take my leave
And finely, finally, you trace the edge