The Very Reverend - Gold to a Thief

Leash

I found the bottom of my favorite red
I lost the key to your door
I strut the sidewalk in the summer night
Like I don't need you no more
I'm not a sore loser
I never wanted to play

I'm passin' faces like a sea of fools
Steady hands, crooked smile
I drowned my conscience in the devil's pool
I burned my tongue on her fire
I'm not a liar, baby
If I don't say a word
If I don't say a word

I need your leash, pull me back
Keep me in reach, start keepin' track
Clock's a dead parade, I'm hangin' on the phone
Familiar fade, I'm all alone

I'm the mess you made, and I'd love to say
I told you so
Call me back, before
I don't come back at all

I need your leash, pull me back
Keep me in reach, start keepin' track
Clock's a dead parade, I'm hangin' on the phone
Familiar fade, I'm all alone

I need your leash, pull me back
Keep me in reach, start keepin' track
Clock's a dead parade, I'm hangin' on the phone
Familiar fade, I'm all alone

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Writer(s): Justin Chamberlain
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