I hung my shirt up on the line
'Cause it was soaked from the sea's brine
Or maybe just 'cause I'd been crying the night before
Someday I'll distill
That salty taste into a pill
So I can summon up at will my missing shore
It don't taste good, it don't taste good
It don't taste good, but that's the price I'll pay to feel
'Cause it tastes real
I've taught myself to savor
Even the bitter flavors
I know my tongue was made for both the sour and sweet
I've learned to call it soothing
When sorrow's rain falls through me
It's then that I know truly what I feel's complete
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My love was once a stranger
I only wished to change her
So I would not be blamed for all I held inside
Now I've been broken open
Wide as the widest ocean
With words I should have spoke and teardrop in my eyes
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