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 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

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