St. Vincent - Severed Crossed Fingers Lyrics
When your calling ain't calling back to youI'll be side-stage mouthing lines for youHumiliated by age, terrified of youthI got hope but my hope isn't helping youSpitting at guts from their gearsDraining our spleen over yearsFound my severed crossed fingers in the rubble thereWake up puddle-eyedSleeping in the suitThe truth is ugly well, I feel ugly tooWe'll be heroes On every bar stool whenSeeing double beats not seeing one of youSpitting our guts from their gearsDraining our spleen over yearsFind my severed crossed fingers in the rubble thereHolding on and on and on enough enough enoughSpitting our guts from their gearsDraining our spleen over yearsFind my severed crossed fingers in the rubble thereWell you stole the heart right out my chestChanged the words that I know bestFind my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there