This is your last chance
For figurative romance
Don't blow it
You're soft like ice in my hand
Keep a straight posture
Don't act like you're unsure
There's nothing
To fear but what you hold back
Meaning is a tricky issue
And that's derived from sleeping with you
So keep your secrets
For someone with the time
Fickle love
I hate the way that you say goodnight
Roses on your breath and salt in your eyes
We pretend
We're young and lush, still invincible
But I'm done waiting let's set it on fire tonight
Out in the garden
My body is rotten
And your seeds are buried straight in my heart
Give me a reason
Your hips, your lips, something to believe in
Cause I've spent too much time underground
Give it up now
What's your answer?
Don't coy you tiny dancer
You light up silver screens for empty seats
And all those men
Had the time of their lives
Stringing you along
Your spool of thread is running thin
So who's going to tie that knot?
It doesn't matter to me
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This is your last chance
For figurative romance
Don't blow it
You're soft like ice in my hand
Keep a straight posture
Don't act like you're unsure
There's nothing
To fear but what you hold back
Meaning is a tricky issue
And that's derived from sleeping with you
So keep your secrets
For someone with the time
Fickle love
I hate the way that you say goodnight
Roses on your breath and salt in your eyes
We pretend
We're young and lush, still invincible
But I'm done waiting let's set it on fire tonight
Out in the garden
My body is rotten
And your seeds are buried straight in my heart
Give me a reason
Your hips, your lips, something to believe in
Cause I've spent too much time underground
Give it up now
What's your answer?
Don't coy you tiny dancer
You light up silver screens for empty seats
And all those men
Had the time of their lives
Stringing you along
Your spool of thread is running thin
So who's going to tie that knot?
It doesn't matter to me
For figurative romance
Don't blow it
You're soft like ice in my hand
Keep a straight posture
Don't act like you're unsure
There's nothing
To fear but what you hold back
Meaning is a tricky issue
And that's derived from sleeping with you
So keep your secrets
For someone with the time
Fickle love
I hate the way that you say goodnight
Roses on your breath and salt in your eyes
We pretend
We're young and lush, still invincible
But I'm done waiting let's set it on fire tonight
Out in the garden
My body is rotten
And your seeds are buried straight in my heart
Give me a reason
Your hips, your lips, something to believe in
Cause I've spent too much time underground
Give it up now
What's your answer?
Don't coy you tiny dancer
You light up silver screens for empty seats
And all those men
Had the time of their lives
Stringing you along
Your spool of thread is running thin
So who's going to tie that knot?
It doesn't matter to me
Writer: Collin Reynolds
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING