The Salt Wound Routine Lyrics

Thirteen Senses


publisher: ©OBO APRA/AMCOS
album: Track 3 in album Falls in the Dark
release date: 2003
popularity : 8 users have visited this page.
length: 5:12

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 nights
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

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Track Listing

  • 1 Thru The Glass
  • 2 Gone
  • 3 The Salt Wound Routine
  • 4 Lead Us
  • 5 No Other Life Is Attractive
  • 6 Little Unrest
  • 7 Slightly Defect Hands
  • 8 Exploding Star
  • 9 The Questions
  • 10 Shape
  • 11 Spitting Out Teeth
  • 12 This Is An Order
  • 13 Do No Wrong
  • 14 Into The Fire (bonus track)