St. Vincent - Severed Crossed Fingers

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 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 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