The Salt from The Salt by prairie empire

The night comes on, silent and still.
My hands folded and in my lap, I - I’m still not sure.
If you’ll come back, come back around, if I’ll let you in again.

You are the salt in my blood. You are the one that I love.
You are the one that I love most.
You’re running through my veins and I, I cannot bring myself to change this thing that I have come to know so well.

I’d let this all go,
I’d let it all fall,
I’d put it all down for you.

Sometimes the thing that you love is simply a sieve to pour your entire life through.

But you are the salt in my blood. You are the one that I love.
You are the one that I love the most.
You running through my veins and I, I cannot bring myself to change
this thing that I have come to know so well. So long.

You are the salt and I am the ocean.
You are the view from a window left open in these winter months as we move through the cold.
You are the salt and I am the snow.
You are the night and I have been warned: You will bleed me, you will, bleed me dry.

You are, you are, you are the salt.
You are, you are.
You are the salt.
You are, you are, you are the salt in my blood, my love.

• Folk
• acoustic
• folk-ish
• sad bastard music
• Brooklyn