Salt

I carry your salt
through a foggy haze
these lucky breaks we count on
all unlucky days

holding up this roof
standing in the door
proof and eyes for only you
papers fall on to the floor

and it might break
but it could take
a lifetime
for the grace
to leave this place
like a wave
in the ocean

well talk is cheap
and blood is free
and you’re a kid for now
but you ain’t me and you might see

that it could break
but it might take
a lifetime
for the grace
to leave this place
like a wave
in the ocean

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