Trust me on this one
That of yours in my heart's still there no doubt
It's hanging on and I'm bleeding out
Sometimes it trickles out when I'm in Portland
Sometimes I leave drops on the chests of other men
But each time I cross that long bridge it comes gushing
It's been a year of tedious silence
It's been a long and thoughtful year since your last blow
That left this ringing in my ears don't you know
Trust me on this one
That of mine in your heart's still got it's place
And I'm comin to pull it out with some grace
So many lives have died inside you
Sometimes I mistake you for a grave
But in moments as quiet as a hammock
There's still that last one of you that I crave
There's still that last one of you that I crave
