Salt

Won't you take me back to the time
When I had some fight in me
Before my heart got filled up with dread
Before I got lost out in the wild
I slept with a proverb book under my head

I didn't know it was such a long way back for me
I didn't know that it'd take me years

And with regret
I stop to spread the salt and hope we grow
And with regret
I stop to see your ghost on my way home
But if you're never gonna pick up the phone
Then I'm never gonna let it go

Won't you take me back to the time
When I had some style
I rocked a bowtie on New Years eve
We stepped outside to contemplate our futures
Now, living well is the best revenge

I didn't know that I was so embarrassing
To you and all your friends

And with regret
I stop to spread the salt and hope we grow
And with regret
I stop to see your ghost on my way home
But if you're never gonna pick up the phone
Then I'm never gonna let it go

You're the projectionist
And I am hostage to your game
All I want is some consistency
More enemy than a friend

The calm up here is beautiful
I feel so at peace
I hope back home in London
That you're weak at the knees
The devil's in the detail and my life became a blur
Someone came along and soaked up all the colour

Julia told me
"Every moment's different, nothing stays the same
You won't stay this way forever, in my professional opinion
So here's a little salt to shake off the pain
To wear as an anorak, to keep you from the rain" so

I just wish you would have picked up the phone
Cause now I'm never gonna let it go