We drained every dive
In the lower east side
And you failed to catch the train back to Queens
So you came to my room
We did some things that we knew not to do
In the glow of the night's golden hue
You've got a tattered line of string
And you tied around everything
That you want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
When we woke, we agreed
That we would not ever speak
Of this night to anyone that we both knew
And you said, "Every time we kissed
I felt something that couldn't exist"
And I confessed that I thought I felt it too
I've got a tattered line of string
And I tied around everything
That I want to call my own
But it never seems to hold
I've got a tattered line of string
And I tied around everything
That I want to call my own
But it never seems to hold
Everything
Everything
Never seems to hold
Never seems to hold
You've got a tattered line of string
And you tied around everything
That you want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
I've got a tattered line of string
And I tied around everything
That I want to call my own
But it never seems to hold
