St. Vincent - Severed Cross Fingers lyrics

rate me

When your calling ain't

Calling back to you

I'll be side-stage

Mouthing lines for you

Humiliated by age

Terrified of youth

Oh, I got hope, but my hope

Isn't helping you

Spitting at guts from their gears

Draining that spleen over years

Find myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there

Wake up, puddle-eyed

Sleeping in the singe

The truth is ugly

Well, I feel ugly, too

We'll be heroes

On every bar stool

Seeing double beats not seeing one of you

Spitting at guts from their gears

Draining that spleen over years

Find myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there

Well you stole the heart right out my chest

Change the words that I know best

Find myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there

Spitting at guts from their gears

Draining that spleen over years

Find myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there

But, stole the heart right out my chest

Change the words that I know best

Find myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there