Salt - Jordan Mackampa

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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