Salt

Hey you I think I know you From the magazine Do you Really do What the people write about you They saw you running in the forest They heard you talking to a ghost And that you disappeared in August Oh I'm waiting for their diagnose No need to care About things you can't control Sometimes you're the salt in their wound They are rubbing it in themselves Just draw your line and move on Rumor Spreads like a disease Meaningless, don't let it trouble you While they're talking You cross the seven seas Your morning light will always shine through They say they know your biggest secrets Let them enjoy just to provoke You ain't got no time to believe it Too busy waiting for their diagnose No need to care About things you can't control Sometimes you're the salt in their wound They are rubbing it in themselves Just draw your line and move on Thorns only prick when you touch them Thorns only prick when you touch them No need to care About things you can't control Sometimes you're the salt in their wound They are rubbing it in themselves Just draw your line and move on Move on No need to care About things you can't control Sometimes you're the salt in their wound They are rubbing it in themselves Just draw your line and move on