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 night 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
The Salt Wound Routine Video (MV)
Performed By: Thirteen Senses
Language: English
Length: 7:44
Written by: ADAM MICHAEL WILSON, BRENDON ARTHUR JAMES, THOMAS WILLIAM GEORGE WELHAM, WILLIAM DAVID SOUTH
Thirteen Senses - The Salt Wound Routine Lyrics
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English
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 night 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
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 night 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
Writer: ADAM MICHAEL WILSON, BRENDON ARTHUR JAMES, THOMAS WILLIAM GEORGE WELHAM, WILLIAM DAVID SOUTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group