Salt And Sugar

The leather's cold against the skin
A cage for everything within

Wrapped in shadow, shielded eyes
Measuring the pulse in silent lies

I smell the fear beneath the white
A temporary star in my long night

Oh, the pulse is a rhythm I can't ignore
Blood like wine spilled on a studio floor

It's a vibrant drumming, the heart's own beat
Leading me to where the salt and sugar meet

Drink the beauty, breathe the pain
We are eternal in this scarlet rain

In this scarlet rain, the microphone is cold against my lip
I feel the edge, I feel my spirit slip

Blonde hair falls like a silken shroud
Far away from the living, from the crowd

The air is thick with a hunger I can taste
I yield a life I was afraid to waste

Oh, the pulse is a rhythm I can't ignore
Blood like wine spilled on a studio floor

It's a vibrant drumming, the heart's own beat
Leading me to where the salt and sugar meet

Drink the beauty, breathe the pain
We are eternal in this scarlet rain, in this scarlet rain

The vintage mic captures my dying sigh
I see the truth in a dead man's eye

One last breath for the ghost I'll become
To the beat of the vibrant drum

Thelights are dimming on the brickwork wall
We rise together as the shadows fall

The leather, the blood, the vintage steel
This is the only thing that's real