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
St Vincent - Severed Crossed Fingers Lyrics
St Vincent - Severed Crossed Fingers Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: ANNE ERIN CLARK
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