Spoonful Of Salt - Into It. Over It.

Kara’s never one to let us shoot her down

Quickly dared and gathered around

The best face of bravery

Yours is masked in disgust

Making at least one of us

Staring at a spoonful of salt

It’s enough to make you leave the table

It’s enough to make you sick

So let’s blow this joint while we’re still able

To count the twenties with the check

The same sighs of long nights

A year’s gone by fearing a five mile cab ride

With men dressed in white

Holding a surgery sign

But everyone you ever knew is here with settled souls

You’ll need this moment for your weekend at home

Weekend at home

We know you can’t ride

We’ll be stopping over

We know you can’t ride

We’ll be stopping over

Are you feeling any better?

Staring at a spoonful of salt

It’s enough to make you leave the table

It’s enough to make you sick

So let’s blow this joint while we’re still able

To count the twenties with the check

Staring at a spoonful of salt

It’s enough to make you leave the table

It’s enough to make you sick

So let’s blow this joint while we’re still able

To count the twenties with the check

Settle your soul

You’ll need this moment for your weekend at home