Saltsick

The more I call your name
The more it tastes like blood
When every word rings
useless and indifferent

There's a street where she can't sleep
And all she does is dream
Have I been talking my...?
It comes at 5, 5, 9, and 3.

Every word rings
useless and indifferent

She's everything I've done for you.

The more I call your name
The more it tastes like blood
Some things never change
Saltsick the tears of doves

There's a dream that she can't shake
It chases her to sleep
Through every corner of this house
Through every sick and sound belief

She's everything I've done for you.
Forever and ever.

There's a street where she can't sleep
But all she does is dream
And I'm beginning to believe
That all she can believe is me

She's everything I've done for you