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