Salt by Michael Baker Lyrics

Baby I’ve forgotten how to place my hands
So carelessly 
And I’ve forgot my touch upon your skin
But no I’ll never

Begin
Your Salt on my wound
Don’t you love a thorn in your side
And if we keep waiting for the moment to arrive
It never will

It’s my turn to run wild
And let my tears write a river
Time to get let loose
And punch with fists of iron

And all the gold can burn and glisten
We’re older and there oughta be another way out
Darling

Give in
Your Salt on my wound
Don’t you love a thorn in my side
And if we keep waiting for the moment to arrive
It never will
And all the gold can burn and glisten
We’re older and we oughta wear a little more proud
Darling

Give in
Your Salt on my wound
Don’t you be a thorn in your side
And if we keep waiting for the moment to arrive
It never will