Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Salt, artist - Madrugada. Album song The Best Of Madrugada, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 28.11.2010
Record label: Parlophone Music Norway
Song language: English
Salt |
| No life, no life without a fall |
| Now the wind has swept us all |
| Down to this mission wall |
| And the love, the love we pray to keep |
| Has buried us so deep |
| And me singing this same sad song |
| How I fell into her arms |
| Her warm and loving arms |
| She said, You can never be free |
| You can never be like me |
| Now I’m a mad dog and I’ll be |
| Now you honey on my tree |
| Whether sweet tomorrow |
| In the mellow wallow |
| Oh there’s still time to borrow |
| And in the mellow wallow, yeah |
| We will never have it all |
| Tonight I’m screaming at the wall |
| Peel the paint of my window rail |
| Touch, material has no choice |
| Peel the paint off with my voice |
| Curse this city’s duplex song |
| Now I’m sleeping on the floor |
| Honey I’m soaking wet and |
| Oh they’re coming out, they’re coming out, they’re coming for me |
| As long as we are free |
| We’ll be doomed to live and die |
| Under the great suburban sky |
| And I’ll always holler |
| In the mellow wallow |
| Oh there’s still time to borrow |
| And in the mellow wallow |
| Jesus |
| Heaven, heaven head of hell |
| You are treating me quite well |
| Washed me up upon a shore |
| Now I’m scratching down your door |
| All the words become my hands |
| Cold and broken on the floor |
| Peeling gooseflesh off your back |
| Pulling back your long black hair |
| Now this beauty is my queen |
| Skinny arms so very slow |
| A perfume neck and a blanket so small |
| Oh, what beauty, oh what bridge |
| I will sleep tomorrow |
| And in the mellow wallow |
| Oh, there’s still time to borrow |
| And in the mellow wallow |
| Oh, and I fall to be controlled |
| Lost and swept away |
| I will always wait it out |
| Won’t you listen now |
| Let me sleep tomorrow in |
| We’ll never have it all |
| Now the wind has swept us all |
| Down to this mission wall |
| And see, the rhythm is your hand |
| Speed the rhythm, speed the band |
| This is the bright amphetamine sky |