The Salt Wound Routine Songtext

von Thirteen Senses

Red letters on the dashboard
Oh what a GAP
They pursue us to the deep end and then depart
Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain
For only patterns on a snake's back give uns genuine fear

Course:
And I cannont lie
Faces drop into the fire
I get by all the time on a shelv above the door
And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide
It's a delicate degree
It's a number I can see

Could prison cells be in my brain
For they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face
And everbody finds a college graduate with joy
While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime

Course

You sit at home up late at night
When it's beginning to arrive
And honestly
I don't see the need for any routines
I'm all out of sink, I cover my cuts
And hope they are fixed before I get hurt agein

And all this is the ground beneath my feet
Has decided not to crumble int the sea
I walkes in a house, it smelt of paint
And the celling it has no trouble with me