Severed Crossed Fingers
ST. VINCENT · St. Vincent 2014 · Track 11 of 15
Written by St. Vincent
When your calling ain't calling back to you I'll be side-stage mouthing lines for you Humiliated by age, terrified of youth I got hope but my hope isn't helping you
Spitting our guts from their gears Draining our spleen over years Found my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there
Wake up puddle-eyed, sleeping in the suit The truth is ugly, well, I feel ugly too We'll be heroes on every bar stool when Seeing double beats not seeing one of you
Spitting our guts from their gears Draining our spleen over years Find my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there
Well you stole the heart right out my chest Changed the words that I know best Find my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there
Holding on and on and on... enough enough enough
Spitting our guts from their gears Draining our spleen over years Find my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there
Well you stole the heart right out my chest Changed the words that I know best Find my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there