A Distant Life Songtext
von The Murder Capital

The salt taste of your mouth, the small pockets of love
The moment I catch you, come on top like a dove
The price we pay for connection in a distant life
The chance of making a living or loving night after night

I take your compliments with me, I pack ′em tight on my chest
Leaving home again kills, I kiss your head like a crest
Look twice into my own mirror on second glance at myself
Cut the tension with scissors, I'll leave the knife on the shelf
The price we pay for connection in a distant life


The salt taste of your mouth, the small pockets of love
The moment I catch you, come on top like a dove
The price we pay for connection in a distant life
The chance of making a living or loving night after night

With all that said, no words in vain
Our distant love is worth its weight in pain
And on the spine of my promise
I′ll call your name

The salt taste of your mouth, the small pockets of love
The moment I catch you, come on top like a dove
The price we pay for connection in a distant life
The chance of making a living or loving night after night

We're alright