Severed Crossed Fingers - St. Vincent (安妮·克拉克)

When your calling ain't calling

Back to you

I'll be side stage mouthing lines for you

Humiliated by age, terrified of youth

I got hope but my hope isn't helping you

Spitting at guts from their gears

Draining our spleen over years

Found my severed crossed

Fingers in the rubble there

Wake up puddle eyed

Sleeping in the suit

The truth is ugly well, I feel ugly too

We'll be heroes On every bar stool when

Seeing double beats not seeing

One of you

Spitting our guts from their gears

Draining our spleen over years

Find my severed crossed fingers

In the rubble there

Well you stole the heart right

Out my chest

Changed the words that I know best

Find my severed crossed fingers

In the rubble there

Holding on and on on and on

Holding on and on and on

Holding on and on and on

Will you holding on holding on

Enough enough enough

Enough enough enough

Enough enough enough

Enough enough enough

Enough enough enough enough

Spitting our guts from their gears

Draining our spleen over years

Find my severed crossed fingers

In the rubble there

Stole the heart right out my chest

Changed the words that I know best

Find my severed crossed fingers

In the rubble there