Salt Water Songtext
von The Belle Game

I watch you bait amongst your instincts
Eating your own lie
Settle your breakdown in your hindsight
Hiding from what is right
I′ve grown tired of the memories you keep
No relief from the moments you reap
In your neck
Salt in water
Habits I make
That keep me softer
Cautious of cracks you found in pavement
Deafening in your stride
Picking the grit of old tradition Brush off your ill-gotten ties
I've grown tired of the memories you keep
No relief from the moments you
Leave from the moments you
In your neck
Salt in water
Habits I make
That keep me softer
In your neck
Salt in water
Habits I make
That keep me softer