Lyrics

These days every things slips through my fingers Slides of my palm as I linger She cuts the meat from the bones She sees the gold from the stones These days everything I make is a mess Try to think big but I come up with less I can cut the meat from the bones I can see the gold from the stones I am just a beat of a drum A love for a second And then I am gone I am just a single chord strung A love for a second And then I am gone
Writer(s): Matthew Dear, Troels Abrahamson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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