A Tattered Line Of String

We drained every tide

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've tied 'round 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've tied 'round everything

that I want to call my own

but it never seems to hold