Black Sand Riot

歌词

[Intro] Salt on the window, rain on the roof I keep my hands busy, dodging the truth [Verse 1] You left your coffee by the kitchen sink Cold little witness to the way I think I read your note till the paper tore Then heard your footsteps in the hall once more I tied my temper to a rusted chain Dragged it behind me through the market rain Every bright promise had a crooked seam Every calm morning split apart at the dream [Pre-Chorus] Don’t tell me I’m fine I know where I bend I’m carrying thunder With nowhere to send [Chorus] Cut the rope, let the whole thing fall I won’t crawl back when you call Turn it up till the walls complain I found my pulse inside the pain Hey—hold fast, don’t fold, don’t fade This is the choice that I should’ve made Cut the rope, let the whole thing fall I’m still here, I’m still standing tall [Ukulele Break] [Instrumental] [Verse 2] Black sand sticking to the soles of my feet Your name still knocking in a four-count beat I crossed the harbor with a borrowed coat Watched all the old excuses lose their float No more medals for surviving small No more waiting by a locked-up call I put the key beneath the lemon tree Left that version of you there under me [Pre-Chorus] Don’t tell me I’m fine I know where I bend I’m carrying thunder With nowhere to send [Chorus] Cut the rope, let the whole thing fall I won’t crawl back when you call Turn it up till the walls complain I found my pulse inside the pain Hey—hold fast, don’t fold, don’t fade This is the choice that I should’ve made Cut the rope, let the whole thing fall I’m still here, I’m still standing tall [Bridge] If the tide takes the footprints away I’ll mark my name in the break of day If the old house shakes on its frame I won’t answer when it says my name [Breakdown] No more—no more—no more permission No more—no more—same old condition Breathe in, brace up, let the ceiling crack One step forward, never looking back [Final Chorus] Cut the rope, let the whole thing fall I won’t crawl back when you call Turn it up till the walls complain I found my pulse inside the pain Hey—hold fast, don’t fold, don’t fade This is the choice that I should’ve made Cut the rope, let the whole thing fall I’m still here, I’m still standing tall [Outro] Salt on the window, clear in the air Nothing behind me, nobody there