Salt on My Hands
Style: Country waltz

[Verse 1]
Steam rising off the paper bag
cold hands reaching for the same warm side
you laugh before the first bite even lands
and I forget the queue, the wait, the tide

[Pre-chorus]
You tear the bag a little more for me
salt on your fingers, salt on your sleeve
I'm learning what your kindness looks like

[Chorus]
Primrose, you make the cold feel like nothing
the whole street could freeze, I wouldn't care
give me vinegar chips and your quiet laughing
Primrose, I chose this, I chose you there

[Verse 2]
You blow on a chip before it's yours
never mind that it was mine to start
this small thing tells me who you are
careful hands, and such an open heart

[Pre-chorus]
You tear the bag a little more for me
salt on your fingers, salt on your sleeve
I'm learning what your kindness looks like

[Chorus]
Primrose, you make the cold feel like nothing
the whole street could freeze, I wouldn't care
give me vinegar chips and your quiet laughing
Primrose, I chose this, I chose you there

[Bridge]
No candlelight, no fancy plans
just breath and steam between our hands
this is love as I have known it
plain and warm and freely given

[Chorus]
Primrose, you make the cold feel like nothing
the whole street could freeze, I wouldn't care
give me vinegar chips and your quiet laughing
Primrose, I chose this, I chose you there

[Outro]
The bag goes empty, the queue moves on
still warm from you long after we're gone

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