St Vincent Severed Cross Fingers Lyrics

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