Queentide - Sticky Salty Lyrics

I slip my socks on
Not quite time to get gone
I'm reeling and my shoes aren't tied
It's better when
The suns on you
When I'm not fried, not blue, and
We wake up warm
We wake up slow
Fingers sticky, salty, low
Curled up toes
Kickin' my clothes
My hands all in, tanglin'
Sweaty knots, oh my
Oh god
Let the toast burn, leave the kettle on
We wake up warm
We wake up slow
Fingers sticky, salty, low
Oh and babe, I'm glad we took our time,
Now yours is gone and there goes mine
Oh and babe
Taking time
Oh my
We wake up warm
We wake up slow
Fingers sticky, salty, low
Oh and babe, we took our time