Salt (feat. Rosendale)
When will you understand these scars don't ever go away?
Under this bed of sand, you carve the words inside my brain
Every night, I'm packed up tight, now dry me out
Hung up high, now air it out
But when I feel like I'm in doubt, my mama told me what to say
Pass the salt across the room, let me fill this empty wound
Pass the salt across the room, I've got nothing left to prove
Pass the salt across the room, let me fill this empty wound
Pass the salt across the room, I've got nothing, nothing left to prove
I've got nothing, nothing left to prove
When will you understand these marks were never meant to fade?
Under the iron brand, you burn the words inside my veins
Every night, you break me down and mix me up
Spice it right now, fry it up
But when I feel like giving up, this is my only prayer
Pass the salt across the room, let me fill this empty wound
Pass the salt across the room, I've got nothing left to prove
Pass the salt across the room, let me fill this empty wound
Pass the salt across the room, I've got nothing, nothing left to prove
I've got nothing, nothing left to prove
Pass the salt across the room, let me fill this empty wound
Pass the salt across the room, I've got nothing left to prove
Pass the salt across the room, let me fill this empty wound
Pass the salt across the room, I've got nothing, nothing left to prove
Under this bed of sand, you carve the words inside my brain
Every night, I'm packed up tight, now dry me out
Hung up high, now air it out
But when I feel like I'm in doubt, my mama told me what to say
Pass the salt across the room, let me fill this empty wound
Pass the salt across the room, I've got nothing left to prove
Pass the salt across the room, let me fill this empty wound
Pass the salt across the room, I've got nothing, nothing left to prove
I've got nothing, nothing left to prove
When will you understand these marks were never meant to fade?
Under the iron brand, you burn the words inside my veins
Every night, you break me down and mix me up
Spice it right now, fry it up
But when I feel like giving up, this is my only prayer
Pass the salt across the room, let me fill this empty wound
Pass the salt across the room, I've got nothing left to prove
Pass the salt across the room, let me fill this empty wound
Pass the salt across the room, I've got nothing, nothing left to prove
I've got nothing, nothing left to prove
Pass the salt across the room, let me fill this empty wound
Pass the salt across the room, I've got nothing left to prove
Pass the salt across the room, let me fill this empty wound
Pass the salt across the room, I've got nothing, nothing left to prove
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Nian Wang, Kristaps Cerps, Daniel Rudnik, Shivam Bhatia
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