Salt

Scratching all the salt off our backs again
And quiver at the sweetest sting
Driving down the dust on the tracks again
Leaves a lustre on your skin
Leaves a lustre on your skin

Day by broken day, I could keep driving for miles
Frame by frozen frame, I could keep driving for miles

Big black cloth on the windowpane
Diamondback moth on the sill
Lies on its diamonds and whispers
Winter's gonna steal from us all
Winter's gonna steal from us all

Day by broken day, I could keep driving for miles
We're far too far away, but I keep driving for miles