[Instrumental]
(What was all the struggle about We end from the beginning 'til our time runs out It really doesn't matter 'cause it all works out in the end) It's
: Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a gift They pursue us to the deep end and then depart Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain For only patterns
: I cut my heart - a gift to you You leave salt in my wound You are inside my wall of thoughts But in yours I'm unknown My desperation finds a look
peace. I am the sword, the wound, the stain. Scorned transfigured child of Cain. I rend, I end, I return. Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh. I am
: I am lost in a croud I am all turned around Your salt in the wound that hasnt healed You were near now your far So now we missed the mark And the
years The elder left behind Just look at all those hungry years They come to be in the next century Underneath the surface is A wound that never heals And the salt
Rubbing salt in my wounds Like it don't hurt, like it don't hurt me Your sweet, bitter love songs That seduce me with a sinister beat I'm bringing out
peace I am the sword, the wound, the stain Scorned, transfigured child of Cain I rend, I end, I return Again, I am the salt, the bitter laugh I am the
Love, four words explode above a mnemonic device To remember how it feels when I am with you The glass can't hide My wounds will find the salt around
[Muir] Too much time on my hands Too much salt in my wounds Too much pain in my heart Too many things to regret I've been thinking The cause of my confession
Told you not to scream or cry From that day forward, baby You just wondered why Oh, child, it's not your fault Don't rub your wounds with salt He can
the shoulder i've got something to say to you it's not so elusive this golden frontier pull the strings puppeteer sometimes you get marooned with salt in every wound
the salt in our wounds Love is insane and baby so we're too, yeah It's our hearts little grave and the salt in our wounds The salt in our wounds, the salt
go) Bang bang It's never enough to shoulder the blame You want to crush me with the weight of disappointment It's never enough to admit defeat Rub salt into my wounds
Love, four words, explode above a mnemonic device To remember how it feels when I am with you The glass can't hide, my wounds will find the salt around
