salt-wound routine歌词

作词 : Morris Lohr
作曲 : Morris Lohr
Lost in throes
Of a life i hardly know
So don't make it worse
I can't afford the hearse
Hold my hand
As veins run cold
Raise a glass
Sole witness
Take the stand
Heavy hearts won't grieve
That soon i will be
That body in the bag
A sharp inhale climbing up the walls of the room
pill meets tongue, wash down, ceramic dripping maroon
Leaving numbers, catch-up tones to wake up at noon
Still saying: "hope to see you soon"
(ugh)
A bitter process-two steps back, the match still alight
Drawing hearts on mirrors so reflections won't bite
Idled thumbs love taking up the rest of your time
So kick back as ash turns to white
So is it raining where you are?
Well, I'm stuck here counting scars
I won't dream, but it feels bizarre
To find new leads-but, no cigar
Say, good sir are you playing dumb?
Or throwing feasts for beelzebub?（别西卜）
Eyes glazed by the seventh month
Settle down
Find a place to come undone
Lost in throes
Of a life i hardly know
So don't make it worse
I can't afford the hearse
Hold my hand
As veins run cold
Raise a glass
Sole witness
Take the stand
Heavy hearts won't grieve
That soon i will be
That body in the bag
So take
Your time
Let the world pass you by
Exhale and it's gone
Those nights feel so long
So lie
That line
Familiar "you'll be fine" 's
Down triptans（曲坦类药物） and wine
Under fluorescent light
Spilling my guts just to share the pain
Blood under nails, no one else to blame
Salts of earth gather at the grave
A mildew heartbeat can't be saved
Dead on arrival, still on parade
Play word games just to see charades
“oh, angel, are you okay”
Sure, I'll survive long enough but I'm afraid
So let go
Those wishbones you broke alone
so below you'll finally reap what you've sown
Cause I'm
Lost in throes
Of a life i hardly know
So don't make it worse
I can't afford the hearse
Hold my hand
As veins run cold
Raise a glass
Sole witness
Take the stand
Heavy hearts won't grieve
That soon i will be
That body in the bag
So take
Your time
Let the world pass you by
Exhale and it's gone
Those nights feel so long
So lie
That line
Familiar "you’ll be fine" 's
Down triptans（曲坦类药物） and wine
Under fluorescent light
Close your eyes
Come hell or higher tide
Salt-wound routine
Rinse and repeat
Cast pearls before the swine
Hide alone
fear this is all you'll know
Still, morning comes
And you can't outrun
the warm glow of the sun