Taking Back Sunday - Everything Must Go lyrics
[Taking Back Sunday - Everything Must Go lyrics]
We found a house with a yard
And moved all of my things in
And most of your things in
And honey I was proud of it
Yeah honey I was proud of you
You quote the good book when it's convenient
But, you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud
And some boxes
And hand-me down couch and chair
They used to be at your church
We borrowed them from there
A cabinet record player
With nothin' but James Taylor
Tore the carpets from the corners to
Put in that hardwood floor
I'd be a fool to have asked for more
You quote the good book when it's convenient
But, you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud
You quote the good book when it's convenient
But, you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud
The love you had but couldn’t name
The past that we were stuck between
Beside myself I stopped to think
Lord, what have I done?
You quote the good book when it's convenient
But, you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud
You quote the good book when it's convenient
But, you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud
And moved all of my things in
And most of your things in
And honey I was proud of it
Yeah honey I was proud of you
You quote the good book when it's convenient
But, you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud
And some boxes
And hand-me down couch and chair
They used to be at your church
We borrowed them from there
A cabinet record player
With nothin' but James Taylor
Tore the carpets from the corners to
Put in that hardwood floor
I'd be a fool to have asked for more
You quote the good book when it's convenient
But, you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud
You quote the good book when it's convenient
But, you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud
The love you had but couldn’t name
The past that we were stuck between
Beside myself I stopped to think
Lord, what have I done?
You quote the good book when it's convenient
But, you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud
You quote the good book when it's convenient
But, you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue
Instead you slash it through the mud