Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Salt Wound Routine , by - Thirteen Senses. Song from the album The Invitation, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 31.12.2003
Record label: Mercury
Song language: English
The Salt Wound Routine |
| 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 sink, 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 |