Testo di Salt

So you were leaving Headed south I grit my teeth on Dust in my mouth Well I have your number You know mine's the same Still tasting salt What I wouldn't say I'm happy for you I'm happy for you 'Cause I swore I'd be happy for you Salt of the earth In a high rise Say something to cut deep And make them all cry Well they called your number Mine's the same Still tasting salt Of what I wouldn't say I'm happy for you I'm happy for you 'Cause I swore I'd be happy for you I'll be happy for you I'll be happy for you I'm happy for you