Текст Jordan Mackampa – Salt
Текст:
Clothes
That cover your skin
The grace in the chaos
That was hidden within
For every lie I told
That was ripped from the stitches
And torn from the folds
Whilst you were sleeping
I sat in the dark
With all my offenses
The creases on my heart
And all these bad feelings
From my teenage boy brain
And for all of my offences
I will count the grains of salt
Salt
If walls could whisper
They would whsiper to me
«We’ll keep you sheltered, my dear
But we can’t set you free»
So dance with your demons
In Television light
If you must tell her
Then you better tell her tonight
And whilst you were sleeping
I sat in the dark
With all of my offences
The creases on my heart
And all these bad feelings
And for all of my offences
I will count the grains of salt
(Keep them with your secrets)
For all the lies I told
(Scattered in your skin)
Count the grains of salt
(From the ones who loved you)
For all the lies I told
(Even through your sins)
Count the grains of salt
(Somewhere in the darkness)
For all the lies I told
(Is where you’ll find my soul)
Count the grains of salt
(Buried underground)
For all the lies I told
(Is where I belong)
Count the grains of salt
Saaaaaalllltttttt
That covers your skin
