There's a jar of salt water, sits behind my eyes If I tip to far over, you'll see it's no lie It's been there as long as I remember myself And trickles a little when I'm by myself I wove a great story to tell all who'd hear Of murder and theft, and a message so clear If for all of the glory your heart is the cost That jar of salt water will be shattered and lost But a foul wind was blowing so mean and so still Stirring the fate to make real of my tale And I like a boat on a langourous sea Was blind to the dangers, that hankered for me The killer, he hooked me, and reeled me in I looked in his eyes and saw nothing within As soon as I saw him, I knew I would die Two moonless black oceans in sockets bone dry My bones for the doorframe, my skull for the wall A loft on a placard on a prominent wall My skin for a blanket to scare winds so wild My heart on the table, my teeth for the child But what if the water salt secrets I held Unkindly discovered, as here I tell I see through the walls, so I'll sing it myself My salt water sits in a jar on the shelf