Mint Condition Songtext
von Pernice Brothers

If I could
I would soothe you to great divide
Grind an edge on a blunted pride
Make my way out alive
If I could
I would break the grip of a hold
Boldly do what no man has done
Ditch my crutches and run

She′s so heavy on the vitriol
She read lines with the number roll
In black jeans and a camisole

If I could
I would soothe you to great divide
Grind an edge on a blunted pride
Make my way out alive


She's so heavy on the vitriol
She read lines with the number roll
In black jeans and a camisole

I can′t wear you forever
Wear you forever
I can't wear you forever

It's a fickle market
It′s a fickle market
It′s a fickle market
It's a drag, it′s a gas
And I can't live without it
It′s a fickle market
It's a fickle market
It′s a fickle market
It's a drag, it's a gas
And I can′t live without it