On a Rope (Live from the White Room)

Saw straight through me,
Stare started to unglue me
And I knew that I couldn't win
I Wanna steal your love, stop holdin' the dove
Just to pour my good luck in

On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope
On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope
On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope
On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope
On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope
On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope
On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope

Same old story, yeah it's getting kind of gory
Throw my all time low away
Spit turns into a treasure, taste the blind so much
Choke words that I can't say
No gun, no bomb, no way I'll run
Too bad, I'm not in shape
Too little, too late, that deal's so chased
Do burning hands seem to care?

All right, I'm ready--the wild sound's gonna take me away
That beat's so steady
Make me fall to my knees, just start crying
No... no... no no no no no no no no please no

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Credits
Writer(s): John A Reis, Jason A. Crane, Paul J. O'beirne, Andy M. Stamets, Peter E. Reichert, Adam David Willard
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