Testo Salt In Wound

When I close my eyes
When I dream my dreams
When I hear that song
When I'm on my knees
And when I walk at night
Down an empty street
I see you in the stars
Hanging over me You're hanging over me

Salt in wound, to think of you
Is pressing on the bruise, yeah
And pretty words just turn me blue
And leave me far too soon, yeah

When I'm driving now
I can feel the trees
With fingers stretching out
Stretching towards me
But I'm just out of reach

Salt in wound, to think of you
Is pressing on the bruise, yeah And pretty words just turn me blue
And leave me far too soon, yeah

And if there's nothing else
I'll do it to myself

Salt in wound, to think of you
Is pressing on the bruise, yeah
And pretty words just turn me blue
And leave me, they leave me
They leave me, oh, leave me, yeah