Saltsick

the more i call your name the more it tastes like blood

when every word rings useless and indifferent

there's a street where she can't sleep and all she does is dream

have i been talking in my...what comes at 5, 5, 9 and 3

every word rings useless and indifferent

but she's everything i've done for you

the more i call your name the more it tastes like blood

some things will never change

saltsick the tears of doves

there's a dream that she can't shake it chases her to sleep

through every corner of this house through every sick and sound belief

she's everything i've done for you

forever and ever

there's a street where she can't sleep but all she does is dream

and i'm beginning to believe that all she can believe is me.