Pillars of Salt Songtext
von Murder by Death
Pillars of Salt Songtext
Our fingers are missing.
They litter the ground.
Grass will never grow near this town again.
The frames on the walls are crooked and empty.
Our shoulders bend low towards the dirt.
I made a deal to get us out of this place, but I am falling apart with each step I take.
And as the pieces fall I count them all.
They litter the ground.
Grass will never grow near this town again.
The frames on the walls are crooked and empty.
Our shoulders bend low towards the dirt.
I made a deal to get us out of this place, but I am falling apart with each step I take.
And as the pieces fall I count them all.
Writer(s): Matthew Armstrong, Adam Turla, Alexander Schrodt, Sarah Balliet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
