Lyrics: The Arrivals. Company Of Salt.

In the company of salt
There was a burning in his arm
He said "I'll kick it anytime."
Like a shot
His final warning
And though the tissue remained unharmed
Somewhere, a hole, it was forming
In the company of salt
In the company of salt
Between the golden hours
No more waiting for the call
A colony of veins
Squarely bared the assault
And though the candle's not worth the game
He'd solve this mystery somehow
In the company of salt
The company of salt
At seventeen years old
There's no fast track to salvation
For a kid that's filled with holes
There's no special rights
And though society's not to blame
Really, could we have saved him?
In the company of salt
The company of salt
For some it's just another taste
Unfolding in some time to waste
It surely missed them
For him it seems a sullen pride
Unfolding every time he lied
To friends dismissing:
"We weren't the ones
To put the gone in his hand."
And now there's no one here
Who wants to kiss him
No one here will really miss him
In the company of salt
The company of salt
Company of salt