Текст песни Salt - Phöenix Lazare

I walked away
But you took my hand
And asked me to stay

The dust had cleared
But we locked eyes
And you drew me near

And the salt on your breath
Like the first night we met
A bitter taste, laced
With the good parts of our love
Reminding myself to forget
The rest

The morning was cold
I still had all your things
So I sold them

Smoke lingered on my neck
But I put you out
With my last cigarette

And the salt on your breath
Like the first night we met
A bitter taste, laced
With the good parts of our love
Reminding myself to forget
The rest