Clothes
Cover your skin
Grace and the chaos
That was hidden within
The grains of salt
For every lie I told
That was ripped from the stitches
And torn from the folds
Whilst you were sleeping
I sat in the dark
With all my offenses
The creases on my heart
And all these bad feelings
From my teenage boy brain
And for all of my offenses
I will count the grains of salt, salt
If walls could whisper
They would whisper to me
We'll keep you sheltered my dear, but we can't set you free
So dance with your demons and television lines
And if you must tell her
Then you better tell her tonight
And whilst you were sleeping
I sat in the dark
With all my offenses
The creases on my heart
And all these bad feelings
From my teenage boy brain
And for all of my offenses
I will count the grains of salt
For all the lies I told
Count the grains of salt
For all the lies I told
Count the grains of salt
For all the lies I told
Count the grains of salt
For all the lies I told
Count the grains of salt, salt
Covers your skin
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