Salt In My Wounds

The ceiling that we stare a frame for all the shadows on the lonely night attires the incantation the sea in that we run from dawn attented light in our scale of stars with no illumination

I want to know

I want to hear you testify myself

I want to see

I want to feel the rain let it rain let it rain rain down your salt in my wounds lay down your gold in my wounds where is water where is the sun why is it winter and why god all your love has gone the seasons that we change will wash this constellation and our stains away before we know the reason why is it me

I want to hear you estimate myself

I want to know

I want to feel the rain let it rain let it rain rain down your salt in my wounds let it rain let it rain rain down your salt in my wounds lay down your salt in my wounds let it rain