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