St. Vincent - Severed Crossed Fingers lyrics

St. Vincent

St. Vincent [Anne Erin Clark] Tulsa, Oklahoma/Dallas, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸

[St. Vincent - Severed Crossed Fingers lyrics]

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 our guts from their gears
Draining our spleen over years
Find my severed crossed fingers
In the rubble there

Wake up puddle-eyed, sleeping in a suit
The truth is ugly, well, I feel ugly too
We'll be heroes on every bar stool
Seeing double beats not seeing one of you

Spitting our guts from their gears
Draining our spleen over years
Found my severed crossed fingers
In the rubble there
Well you stole the heart right out my chest
Changed the words that I know best


Found my severed crossed fingers
In the rubble there

Holding on and on and on
Enough, enough, enough

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

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