We drained every dime
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 nights golden hue
You've got a tattered line of string
That you've tied 'round everything
That you want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
Verse 2
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 kiss
I felt something that could not exist"
And I confessed that I thought that I felt it too
You've got a tattered line of string
That you've tied 'round everything
That you want to call your own
But it never seems to hold
Break
You've got a tattered line of string
That you've tied 'round everything
That you want to call your own
But it never seems to hold