Every room we wreck becomes a place I'm coming home to
You burn so cold
I melt beside the door
You throw your words like gravel
I keep asking more
Something in your silence
I have never felt before
I taste the salt on your skin, I breathe the smoke in your hair
And I keep staying where I swore I'd never dare
Oh, what a mess we made of Sunday morning
You left a bruise of blue just below my collarbone
And still I pressed my cheek against that same warm shoulder
Like the wreckage was the only place I've ever known
; Anchors on the root note 'E'; Motif repeats, lead vocal adds intense ad-libs over the top.)
I taste the salt on your skin, I breathe the smoke in your hair
And I keep staying where I swore I'd never dare
Stay, oh stay
Even when the fever breaks
I taste the salt, I breathe the smoke
And I'm still here, I'm still here
Salt and smoke, salt and smoke
And I keep staying, I keep staying, yeah