Feed me to the air
I can see it's eating away at you
Blocking the glare
There's no truth in fate
And you can do what you wanna do
But are you better off drowned in the lost and found
With the stubbed out cigarettes?
Take a hike blue jean back pockets
And shrug your epaulettes
The blackest blue
The deamon's plight
The hoodoo of the strong
The devil's churn
The turning tide
The earth which we belong
The web we string along
Tumbling up stairs
Swallowing your whispers to cut the queue
A gaze or a glare
Maybe on the other hand I should count on you
But am I better off drowned in the lost and found
With the stubbed out cigarettes?
Take a hike blue jean back pockets
And shrug your epaulettes
The blackest blue
The deamon's plight
The hoodoo of the strong
The devil's churn
The turning tide
The earth which we belong
The web we string along
Spun out like the twister
Level all that's in the way
Shoulda loved you like a sister 'stead of trying to steer the train
Spellbound from the blister in the floodlight on the stage
Shoulda loved you like a sister 'stead of rushing for the drain
Parlor Grand - String Along Lyrics
Parlor Grand - String Along Lyrics
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Feed me to the air
I can see it's eating away at you
Blocking the glare
There's no truth in fate
And you can do what you wanna do
But are you better off drowned in the lost and found
With the stubbed out cigarettes?
Take a hike blue jean back pockets
And shrug your epaulettes
The blackest blue
The deamon's plight
The hoodoo of the strong
The devil's churn
The turning tide
The earth which we belong
The web we string along
Tumbling up stairs
Swallowing your whispers to cut the queue
A gaze or a glare
Maybe on the other hand I should count on you
But am I better off drowned in the lost and found
With the stubbed out cigarettes?
Take a hike blue jean back pockets
And shrug your epaulettes
The blackest blue
The deamon's plight
The hoodoo of the strong
The devil's churn
The turning tide
The earth which we belong
The web we string along
Spun out like the twister
Level all that's in the way
Shoulda loved you like a sister 'stead of trying to steer the train
Spellbound from the blister in the floodlight on the stage
Shoulda loved you like a sister 'stead of rushing for the drain
I can see it's eating away at you
Blocking the glare
There's no truth in fate
And you can do what you wanna do
But are you better off drowned in the lost and found
With the stubbed out cigarettes?
Take a hike blue jean back pockets
And shrug your epaulettes
The blackest blue
The deamon's plight
The hoodoo of the strong
The devil's churn
The turning tide
The earth which we belong
The web we string along
Tumbling up stairs
Swallowing your whispers to cut the queue
A gaze or a glare
Maybe on the other hand I should count on you
But am I better off drowned in the lost and found
With the stubbed out cigarettes?
Take a hike blue jean back pockets
And shrug your epaulettes
The blackest blue
The deamon's plight
The hoodoo of the strong
The devil's churn
The turning tide
The earth which we belong
The web we string along
Spun out like the twister
Level all that's in the way
Shoulda loved you like a sister 'stead of trying to steer the train
Spellbound from the blister in the floodlight on the stage
Shoulda loved you like a sister 'stead of rushing for the drain
Writer: Sean Fonda
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid