Salt

Verse 1

The brush forgets the hand it held

The salt remembers every wave it carried off to bed

I keep the palettes of the mornings I refused

And the taste of something red I never understood

Pre-Chorus

Maybe the canvas breathes

Maybe the silence hums a tune in seven

Maybe I chase the afterglow

Of a color that was never mine to know

Chorus

Taste is a thief that borrows what the tongue can't keep

Taste is a door that opens inward to a room that's steep

And I am the page

I am the page you underline in sleep

Verse 2

Not love nor hate but the space between the keys

Where the hammer waits for thunder that it never sees

I built a ladder out of all the words I bit

The rungs are bent but they still hold the light I lit

Pre-Chorus

Every stroke is a confession

Every rest is a door you couldn't open then

I keep the ghost of every yes

And the weight of every maybe I confessed

Chorus

Taste is a thief that borrows what the tongue can't keep

Taste is a door that opens inward to a room that's steep

And I am the page

I am the page you underline in sleep

Bridge

(Spoken)

Some notes are cities you walk through once

The smell of rain on stones you'll never name again

You carry the maps in your marrow

And call it art because the word is lighter than the ache

Mm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm

Drop

Taste is a thief

Taste is a door

I am the page

I am the page

Chorus

Taste is a thief that borrows what the tongue can't keep

Taste is a door that opens inward to a room that's steep

And I am the page

I am the page you underline in sleep

Outro

The hand forgets

The salt remembers

Mm