Clothes That cover your skin The grace in 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 offences I will count the grains of salt Salt
If walls could whisper They would whsiper to me “We’ll keep you sheltered, my dear But we can’t set you free” So dance with your demons In Television light If you must tell her Then you better tell her tonight
And whilst you were sleeping I sat in the dark With all of my offences The creases on my heart And all these bad feelings From my teenage boy brain And for all of my offences I will count the grains of salt
(Keep them with your secrets) For all the lies I told (Scattered in your skin) Count the grains of salt (From the ones who loved you) For all the lies I told (Even through your sins) Count the grains of salt (Somewhere in the darkness) For all the lies I told (Is where you’ll find my soul) Count the grains of salt (Buried underground) For all the lies I told (Is where I belong) Count the grains of salt