Song | Twenty Slivers |
Artist | Stephanie Schneiderman |
Album | Dangerous Fruit |
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The words stick even still | |
Sour tar beneath my nails | |
Inside the cracks | |
I thought I got you all out | |
Your gravity coming down | |
A quite prison even now | |
I thought I got you all out | |
And even with new skin and a different lie | |
You get under you get in | |
Every bullet I dodged in the blink of you eye | |
Twenty slivers in my skin | |
Even now you made it in | |
Even now you made it in | |
A thousand miles from me now | |
From your piercing glances | |
Even still | |
I can feel your eyes somehow | |
Ever word was paper thin | |
Every hill into a mountain | |
I thought I got you all out | |
Even with new skin and a different lie | |
You get under you get in | |
Every bullet that came within an inch of my life | |
Was it the flame you tried to kill | |
Your words haunt me even still | |
I’m afraid they always will | |
The words stick even still | |
And I’m afraid they always will…. |
The words stick even still | |
Sour tar beneath my nails | |
Inside the cracks | |
I thought I got you all out | |
Your gravity coming down | |
A quite prison even now | |
I thought I got you all out | |
And even with new skin and a different lie | |
You get under you get in | |
Every bullet I dodged in the blink of you eye | |
Twenty slivers in my skin | |
Even now you made it in | |
Even now you made it in | |
A thousand miles from me now | |
From your piercing glances | |
Even still | |
I can feel your eyes somehow | |
Ever word was paper thin | |
Every hill into a mountain | |
I thought I got you all out | |
Even with new skin and a different lie | |
You get under you get in | |
Every bullet that came within an inch of my life | |
Was it the flame you tried to kill | |
Your words haunt me even still | |
I' m afraid they always will | |
The words stick even still | |
And I' m afraid they always will. |
The words stick even still | |
Sour tar beneath my nails | |
Inside the cracks | |
I thought I got you all out | |
Your gravity coming down | |
A quite prison even now | |
I thought I got you all out | |
And even with new skin and a different lie | |
You get under you get in | |
Every bullet I dodged in the blink of you eye | |
Twenty slivers in my skin | |
Even now you made it in | |
Even now you made it in | |
A thousand miles from me now | |
From your piercing glances | |
Even still | |
I can feel your eyes somehow | |
Ever word was paper thin | |
Every hill into a mountain | |
I thought I got you all out | |
Even with new skin and a different lie | |
You get under you get in | |
Every bullet that came within an inch of my life | |
Was it the flame you tried to kill | |
Your words haunt me even still | |
I' m afraid they always will | |
The words stick even still | |
And I' m afraid they always will. |