tongue-tied in a harvest mind and the sunset is gettin' runny
combined with a hungry stride and i don't have any money
you stole the silence cold
it's too late to pay cuz i lost that delivery, sonny
complain all day, wastin' touches when you're feelin' sorry
you know the perfect hold
e-brakes when the pavement shakes, and it don't stop
i re-build all the things you've killed, and it don't stop
well, you might've been slow with your hands when it mattered
i feel your wheels on the back of my memory always
no train can make a pickup from this crooked hallway
it's too low to hear a note
sometimes i'm blind to the fact that you never bother
you'd sell the bells off your mama just to ring your father
you blur the lines in bold
it makes all the skin i'm in feel so long
air changes to illusion bruised in an old song
that you might've played on till your will and your spirit left you
i've tried every door in your mind for a calm place to rest my heart in
i need to breathe by the fire so i beg your pardon
alone by the beautiful stove
and it makes all the skin i'm in feel so long
as air changes to illusion bruised in an old song
that i'm trying to play on, trying to feel, through this piece of metal