The salt wound routine
作曲 : Will South & 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 us genuine fear
And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
I get by all the time on a shelf 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 everybody finds a college graduate with joy
While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime
And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
I get by all the time on a shelf 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
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 sync, I cover my cuts
And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again
And all this ground beneath my feet
Has decided not to crumble into the sea
I walked in a house, it smelt of paint
And the ceiling it has no trouble with me
The salt wound routineLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Will South & Thirteen Senses
[00:41.30]Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a GAP
[00:46.13]They pursue us to the deep end and then depart
[00:52.71]Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain
[00:58.50]For only patterns on a snake's back give us genuine fear
[01:04.54]And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
[01:10.31]I get by all the time on a shelf above the door
[01:16.66]And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide
[01:25.31]It's a delicate degree
[01:31.69]It's a number I can see
[01:59.49]Could prison cells be in my brain
[02:04.69]For they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face
[02:10.62]And everybody finds a college graduate with joy
[02:16.46]While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime
[02:22.43]And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
[02:28.39]I get by all the time on a shelf above the door
[02:34.57]And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide
[02:43.25]It's a delicate degree
[02:49.47]It's a number I can see
[03:35.53]You sit at home up late at night
[03:41.58]When it's beginning to arrive
[03:46.50]And honestly
[03:49.66]I don't see the need for any routines
[03:55.57]I'm all out of sync, I cover my cuts
[04:01.24]And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again
[04:41.77]And all this ground beneath my feet
[04:46.77]Has decided not to crumble into the sea
[04:53.72]I walked in a house, it smelt of paint
[04:58.73]And the ceiling it has no trouble with me
[05:03.45]
