Severed Crossed Fingers - St. Vincent

When you’re 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 out guts from their gears

Draining our spleen over years

Found myself with 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 barstool

Seeing double beats not seeing one of you

Spitting out guts from their gears

Draining our spleen over years

Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there

Well you stole the heart right out my chest

Changed the words that I know best

Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there

Spitting out guts from their gears

Draining our spleen over years

Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there

Well you stole the heart right out my chest

Changed the words that I know best

Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there