Broken Rifle Songtext
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I'm grappling for something to hold onto
Letting out miles of line so I can find my way home
When everything is up for discussion
You're running, running dear just to catch your breath
You're sending me signals that I could believe in
Pushing my hips to the edge of the ledge to look down
When everything's wide open before you
Is when you'll pull back and explode and it'll all go down
And I'm trying and I'm trying to line you up in my sights
But you're hard to pin down when you're moving like a river
But I'll try and I'll try to put out your lights
I'm building a stone wall I hope will protect me
Battling gunshots, these thoughts of rejecting
When everything falls so softly before me
You come, pull in, touch down then destroy me
I'm napping, I'm napping my afternoon away
Thinking we'd be better off picking up, getting away
This is how I'll spend the rest of my days
Maybe oh maybe I will be okay
This broken record's got your name right in the middle
And I'm pushing you, pushing you out of my lights
I carved your name into the back of my fiddle
That I play on the pier in the dark to call you in from the night
This broken rifle's got a bullet with your name on it
Letting out miles of line so I can find my way home
When everything is up for discussion
You're running, running dear just to catch your breath
You're sending me signals that I could believe in
Pushing my hips to the edge of the ledge to look down
When everything's wide open before you
Is when you'll pull back and explode and it'll all go down
And I'm trying and I'm trying to line you up in my sights
But you're hard to pin down when you're moving like a river
But I'll try and I'll try to put out your lights
I'm building a stone wall I hope will protect me
Battling gunshots, these thoughts of rejecting
When everything falls so softly before me
You come, pull in, touch down then destroy me
I'm napping, I'm napping my afternoon away
Thinking we'd be better off picking up, getting away
This is how I'll spend the rest of my days
Maybe oh maybe I will be okay
This broken record's got your name right in the middle
And I'm pushing you, pushing you out of my lights
I carved your name into the back of my fiddle
That I play on the pier in the dark to call you in from the night
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