A Tattered Line of String

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

And 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 tie it 'round everything

That you want to call your own

But it never seems to hold

And 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

And I've got a tattered line of string

And I tie it 'round everything

That I want to call my own

But it never seems to hold

I've got a tattered line of string

And I tie it 'round everything

That I want to call my own

But it never seems to hold

Everything never seems to hold

Never seems to hold

You've got a tattered line of string

And you tie it 'round everything

That you want to call your own

But it never seems to hold

I've got a tattered line of string

And I tie it 'round everything

That I want to call my own

But it never seems to hold

Never seems to hold