You push away saints and hide behind sinners
Concerned with pricey wines and cold private dinners
Brown eyes widen as we grow thinner
Roads are lined with orange cones
Warning signs on my way home
Her stitching hour has spun a web of rag and bone
They say you’re sharp, Sharp as a tack
Sharp as your nails across my back
Born with broken eyes And a head of glass
Legs too short to outrun your past
Gripping the wheel on a fog-blinded coast
I know you the least but I miss you the most
What kind of lies must I tell to wake up next to you?
They say you’re sharp, Sharp as a tack
Sharp as your nails across my back
Born with broken eyes And a head of glass
Legs too short to outrun your past
Water-logged and seasick maidens
Eyes peeled for treetop beacons
They say you’re sharp, Sharp as a tack
Sharp as your nails across my back
Born with broken eyes And a head of glass
Legs too short to outrun your past
credits
from In Search of Isabella,
released August 30, 2016
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Trevor Smith: vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, bass, Fender Bass VI, synthesizer