歌詞

Woke up with ash on my skin

Kettle’s cold, but the flame’s within

Salt in the air, it stings my eyes—

Still I chase the same old high

I’m walking through the silence

With matches in my coat

This town was built on salt and fire—

And I’m still learning not to choke

The salt flats know my name

Where love once sparked and left a flame

Still dancing round the stove I lit

Still aching from the heart of it

The salt flats, cold and wide

But I still feel that heat inside

The sky’s gone steel, the leaves don’t care

Everything’s cracked but I’m still there

There’s a ghost of you in every shop

Every turn, I wish I’d stop

I’ve scribbled lines on postcards

I’ll never send or post

Your laugh still echoes off the docks—

This town’s haunted most by hope

The salt flats hold our mess

You in your coat, me in distress

Burned it down with every word

But never louder than unheard

The salt flats, grey and true—

There’s still a fire, it’s shaped like you

And if I light the stove again…

Would the air remember our breath?

Would the sea forgive the things we left?

The salt flats know my name

This flame won’t die, it just re-frames

Still pacing round the heat we made

Still waiting for the past to fade

The salt flats, always near—

Your memory burns brighter here

It’s colder now, but I’m still warm… somehow