Текст песни Salt - Chris LaRocca

There's some miles on that mouth, been running
From the sidelines you look so stubborn
Without a foot over the finish line
A couple years and it breezed like nothing
Now this seems so black and white
Written on a picket sign

Oh, I wish you wouldn't talk that way
Wish you never looked my way
I wish it was a best of three (Best of three)
Oh, I wish you never looked my way
Wish I wasn't shook this way
I wish I didn't fall so deep (Fall so deep)

Like some salt up in the wound
Like a child inside the womb (Stuck in)
Stuck in my head beside you
I close my eyes, it's the perfect view
Place it like a phone call
I got the goose bumpin'
Drinkin' on my own
I close my eyes and forget about you

There's some miles on that mouth, been running
Pulled the rug from my feet so sudden
Left me waiting at the finish line
Half a cup and the view gets fuzzy
Now this seems so black and white
Without a reason and some peace of mind (Mind)

Oh, I wish you wouldn't talk that way
Wish you never looked my way
I wish it was a best of three (Wish it was a best of three, yeah)
Oh, I wish you never looked my way
Wish I wasn't shook this way
I wish I didn't fall so deep

Like some salt up in the wound
Like a child inside the womb
Stuck in my head beside you
I close my eyes, it's the perfect view
Place it like a phone call
I got the goose bumpin'
Drinkin' on my own
I close my eyes and forget about you

I forget about you
I forget about you, forget about you
I, you-ooh-ooh (Forget about you)
I forget about you, forget about you
(I forget about you)