Lot's Wife's Dreaming 
 
 Sometimes I'm salt again 
Sometimes the wind feels like a man 
I didn't say yes to 
 
The world breaks down into minerals 
The blood volume of every blooded body 
Controlled by the minerals 
 
The question to the men at sea 
Always the minerals 
 
And the sea is just a future desert 
And the body's just a future desert 
 
The mermaid is taking sea water 
In and out her mouth so she's already 
Full of salt and made of salt 
 
Sometimes I'm in the sea 
Sometimes I am the sea 
And I smash a ship and drown the men 
 
Other times I'm sprinkled on a dish 
Or added to the butter, with such restraint