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The Salt Wound Routine lyrics
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 nights
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
Part of these releases
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- Track 5 on The Invitation
- 4 Do No Wrong
- 6 Saving
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- Track 5 on Invitation
- 4 Do No Wrong
- 6 Saving
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- Track 1 on The Salt Wound Routine
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- Track 3 on Falls in the Dark
- 2 Gone
- 4 Lead Us
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