Paroles de Salt

Scratching all the salt off our backs again And quiver at the sweetest sting Driving down the dust on the tracks again Leaves a lustre on your skin Leaves a lustre on your skin Day by broken day, I could keep driving for miles Frame by frozen frame, I could keep driving for miles Big black cloth on the windowpane Diamondback moth on the sill Lies on its diamonds and whispers Winter's gonna steal from us all Winter's gonna steal from us all Day by broken day, I could keep driving for miles We're far too far away, but I keep driving for miles