Salt in the Wound (wersja 2)

Intro

Mm, I remember the way the water felt that summer

Verse

Your mother's old radio was cracked on a station nobody knew

The antenna bent like it was pointing at something only you and I could see

We danced on the dock where the tide would wash over our toes

Nobody needed more than what we already had, just us and the rose-scented mist of August

Pre-Chorus

So tell me how do you hold onto something that never made it to your hands

Chorus

We were a fire in a bottle, burning slow then gone before the winter came

Salt in my wound but I wouldn't want it any other way if it means we stayed

Salt in the wound, salt in the wound

Even the breaking is still gold when it's standing on its own

Verse 2

Now your mother's garden has a mailbox where a mailbox never was

I drive past at midnight, slow like I'm not sure what to do with this

Your name in my chest like a compass that still knows north but can't find the way back home

Some losses are just doors we keep unlocked so the memory stays

Pre-Chorus

So tell me how do you hold onto something that never made it to your hands

Chorus

We were a fire in a bottle, burning slow then gone before the winter came

Salt in my wound but I wouldn't want it any other way if it means we stayed

Salt in the wound, salt in the wound

Even the breaking is still gold when it's standing on its own

Bridge

Maybe grief is just the ocean learning how to keep your face

Maybe missing you is still a form of staying, somehow, somewhere

I'm not holding what I had like it was mine to hold onto

It was yours from the start so this feels like a kind of letting go

Outro

We were a fire in a bottle, burning slow then gone before the winter came

Salt in my wound but I wouldn't want it any other way if it means we stayed