Salt

Clothes Cover your skin Grace and the chaos That was hidden within The grains of salt For every lie I told That was ripped from the stitches And torn from the folds Whilst you were sleeping I sat in the dark With all my offenses The creases on my heart And all these bad feelings From my teenage boy brain And for all of my offenses I will count the grains of salt, salt If walls could whisper They would whisper to me "We'll keep you sheltered my dear, but we can't set you free" So dance with your demons and television lines And if you must tell her Then you better tell her tonight And whilst you were sleeping I sat in the dark With all my offenses The creases on my heart And all these bad feelings From my teenage boy brain And for all of my offenses I will count the grains of salt For all the lies I told Count the grains of salt For all the lies I told Count the grains of salt For all the lies I told Count the grains of salt For all the lies I told Count the grains of salt, salt Covers your skin Dat 'n' da da