Tryin' to write a pop song I just wanna drop some Feelings in this mould If it isn't tasty Even when it's sweet Just add a bit of salt Every time I think of you I Chuckle like the brothers do You're dancing like a jellyfish In the kitchen 7am what a wake up call I notice that my heart is out, oops It's beating on the counter top, fools Rush in but I never doubted Bada bum bum bada bum bum you So glad I met you at this space in time Now sweeping up sugar cos you are my You are my salt You make everything taste better You are my salt You are my, you are my, you are my You are my salt You make everything taste better You are my salt You are my, you are my, you are my Been stuck all my life on the orange light 'Til you showed me green grass and sapphire sky Knees under a tree like I'm At a desk now back to school learning things that We should be taught before we crack numbers Like how to cope the millionth time we stumble Paper cuts are just for starters Bada bum bum bada bum bum So glad I met you at this space in time Now sweeping up sugar cos you are my You are my salt You make everything taste better You are my salt You are my, you are my, you are my You are my salt You make everything taste better You are my salt You are my, you are my, you are my Out of silk and out of sight Strong without a thousand eyes So glad that I met you as I am You are my salt You make everything taste better You are my salt