Verse 1
C Bm
We drained every dime
C Bm
In the lower East Side
C Bm D
And you failed to catch the train back to Queens
C Bm
So you came to my room
C Bm
We did some things that we knew not to do
C Bm D
In the glow of the nights golden hue
C Bm
You've got a tattered line of string
D
That you've tied 'round everything
C Bm
That you want to call your own
D
But it never seems to hold
Verse 2
C Bm
When we woke we agreed
C Bm
That we would not ever speak
C Bm D
Of this night to anyone that we both knew
C Bm
And you said, "Every time we kiss
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C Bm
I felt something that could not exist"
C Bm D
And I confessed that I thought that I felt it too
C Bm
You've got a tattered line of string
D
That you've tied 'round everything
C Bm
That you want to call your own
D
But it never seems to hold
Break
C Bm
C Bm
C Bm
C Bm D
C Bm
You've got a tattered line of string
D
That you've tied 'round everything
C Bm
That you want to call your own
D
But it never seems to hold
