AnIvoryHand

We were cut and smelled of petals

These scented promises had me

Thinking that I was special

For the new lease of life I had got

Oh no woah oh

For a minute thought my heart had stopped

Oh no woah oh

And the lessons that I had were lost

Know you gotta think about it

Let me hear the things I'm out to hear

Return to the scene of your glories

But not for the fame

To be stuck in the back sorting laundry

Of the same folks you can't stand

Oh no woah oh

What a waste for an ivory hand

Oh no woah oh

Exquisitely shocked as I am

Know you gotta think about it

Let me hear the things I'm out to hear

See me like you do in memories

Of a time you barely knew me girl

Always walking through webs

See nostalgia as a threat

Do you still want it now we got it

Know you gotta think about it

Let me hear the things I'm out to hear

See me like you do in memories

Of a time you barely knew me girl

An Ivory Hand - The Cribs