Sage Francis - Crumble lyrics
[Sage Francis - Crumble lyrics]
They've said it every year but
This times it seems like
The end is near and I'm in
Line to see the light
How far does this black tunnel go
I got a car but the gas is running low
And as long as I've known the
Bumps and creeks of this house
It's starting to make the types of sounds
That only comes from people's mouths
You can't tell me it's still settling
Built on an indian burial
Ground killing everything
The childhood scar on my chin is back again
That old jump over my own leg
Dance move has to end
I've seen better days in my night terrors
I was a bike messenger without a
Bike and I would write letters
Ask directions to your whereabouts
Before the slow walk the rest of
The show-offs were pealing out
To many hares only one tortoise
Thats why I left this city
Too fast paced for this HO-HUM Taurus
By the time I developed the pictures
They're as blurry as my memory
Of constant life fixtures
If distance is a girl's best friend
Tell them bitches in the rough who
Think that love comes with diamonds
Slave labor
You made me work for what I couldn't have
Diamonds cut
But coal burns and nothing lasts forever
Wonder why I bothered saving
Any of your letters they're just aged paper
Crumble slave labour
You made me work for what I couldn't have
Diamonds cut
But coal burns and nothing lasts
Wonder why I saved your urn of ashes
I've got an insecurity box for your mail
Tracing the name on the return adress as
If it was made of braille
Pretended it was your finger but careful
To not break a nail
The one that sealed the coffin shut when
It opened caused a paper trail
But since then I buried your dead sea scrolls
And emptied my head of these old trivial
Memories that I seem to hold
Now you're a foot note with cement shoes
In case you wonder what that sinking feeling
Has been ever since I left you
This times it seems like
The end is near and I'm in
Line to see the light
How far does this black tunnel go
I got a car but the gas is running low
And as long as I've known the
Bumps and creeks of this house
It's starting to make the types of sounds
That only comes from people's mouths
You can't tell me it's still settling
Built on an indian burial
Ground killing everything
The childhood scar on my chin is back again
That old jump over my own leg
Dance move has to end
I've seen better days in my night terrors
I was a bike messenger without a
Bike and I would write letters
Ask directions to your whereabouts
Before the slow walk the rest of
The show-offs were pealing out
To many hares only one tortoise
Thats why I left this city
Too fast paced for this HO-HUM Taurus
By the time I developed the pictures
They're as blurry as my memory
Of constant life fixtures
If distance is a girl's best friend
Tell them bitches in the rough who
Think that love comes with diamonds
Slave labor
You made me work for what I couldn't have
Diamonds cut
But coal burns and nothing lasts forever
Wonder why I bothered saving
Any of your letters they're just aged paper
Crumble slave labour
You made me work for what I couldn't have
Diamonds cut
But coal burns and nothing lasts
Wonder why I saved your urn of ashes
I've got an insecurity box for your mail
Tracing the name on the return adress as
If it was made of braille
Pretended it was your finger but careful
To not break a nail
The one that sealed the coffin shut when
It opened caused a paper trail
But since then I buried your dead sea scrolls
And emptied my head of these old trivial
Memories that I seem to hold
Now you're a foot note with cement shoes
In case you wonder what that sinking feeling
Has been ever since I left you