More Salt

And the clouds got tangled and caught up in
The fingers of all of the trees
I found hilarity, in every word that you uttered
In every word that you muttered to me
As I turned, the corner, the wind almost blew me to the floor
I was speaking to a man, selling newspapers by the door
On my right, a huge elegant white horse galloped on by
Take a while, take a while, breathe it all in with your eyes
Breathe it all in with your eyes
Breathe it all in with your eyes
«I thought, I say, I thought I had a sitting duck
But it turned out he had had pigeon.»
Should have added more salt
Now it’s all my fault, my fault, my fault
Should have added more salt
Now it’s all my fault, my fault, my fault
Should have added more salt
Now it’s all my fault, my fault, my fault
Should have added more salt
Now it’s all my fault, my fault, my fault
Should have added more salt
Now it’s all my fault, my fault, my fault
Should have added more salt…
Should have
Take a while and pick off a piece of your hair
Take a while and pick off a piece of your hair
Take a while and pick off a piece of your hair
Take a while and pick off a piece of your hair…
For me
«I thought, I say, I thought I had a sitting duck.»
I thought I had a piece
I thought I had a piece of your hair
«I thought, I say, I thought I had a sitting duck
But it turned out he had had pigeon.»