Salt

When the world comes rushing in
And the bayonet shine like children's eyes
Plains are fat and wide
But there are no hills for my smile to run to

Oh Clarice
Keep your head on your shoulders
Anywhere else might look so suspicious
Holding on for dear life
Keep it in the lobby

I want out right now
I want out right now
Let the lacquer on the wood in that courtroom shine
Let the jury wine and dine on the great divide
It's your fault
It's your fault
It's your fault
It's your fault I am worth all my salt

There's no need
There's no hunger
White leather sheet
You're a costume undercover
Someone's skin on sofa
Sticky cherry cola

I want out right now
I want out right now
I was holding, I counting
I was always on time
I was holy on that mountain
'fore you blow my mind
It's your fault!
It's your fault
It's your fault I am worth all my salt

When the twilight finds you there
At the edge of your bed under purple skies
And the pulse of the world in your chest
There truly are no doubts to deny
I love you
You're my very very very special friend



Credits
Writer(s): Simon Sprague
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