Circles Out of Salt

Make your circles out of salt
It’s never quite your fault
And the night’s come washing me
And break the birch over my back
And a roses turning black again
And time it heals like the wine
And going from my kind then
Tear it from my heart
Tear it from my heart
Tear it from my heart again…
Tear it from my heart
The ventricles you pulled apart
The incision we made at the start
Simply to see where the blood will flow
And you hope
That pieces that cut through the night
The very last moment of life
As I open my arms to the depths below
Tear it from my heart
Tear it from my heart
Tear it from my heart again