Paroles Salt The Devil Wears Prada

Salt

I can never process (Process, process)
What I'm feeling in my bones
Like a sickness (Sickness, sickness)
That I can't diagnose

Some days I think I'm afraid of my shadow
I show up to fight at all the wrong battles
And I don't think my mind will be right 'til I

Pour the salt into the wound
Let the rain wash over you
If everything I said was true
Then why am I
Paralyzed?

Watch the grass blow in the wind for the hell of it (It, it, it)
And sometimes I get so caught up that I forget (How could I forget?)
That all of our words only mean what's behind them
You can't throw gasoline on a fire
And say you tried to put it out

Pour the salt into the wound
Let the rain wash over you
If everything I said was true
Then why am I
Hiding from the blinding lights?
I never had an alibi
If everything I said was true
Then why am I
Why am I still paralyzed?
Why am I still paralyzed?

Step back as the ashes rise
Embers up toward the sky
With all the things that I can't find

Pour the salt into the wound
Let the rain wash over you
If everything I said was true
Then why am I
Hiding from the blinding lights?
I never had an alibi
If everything I said was true
Then why am I
Why am I still paralyzed?
Still paralyzed