Bored Hands Songtext
von Stagbriar

Bored hands in a hurry to stay.
Lord, I pray I′m not a self-addressed note
Or a boat in a parking lot.

And I know that your fingers are tied up,
But what if I offered you sacred lands?
Do you think you could break your hands?

Height of hope like a mountain gone black.
Does he cast his love like a shadow
Into the pedal's very veins?
And if I gave all my life to the falling-out,
I′d tape up my mouth and tie my temples to the tracks.
So do you want control?
'Cause I don't need control.
Somebody save my soul.

So, tell your friends you had enough.
Tell those fools ya pulled away
While I pushed my luck.
Tied down and wired;
Chewed my strings and threw my things into the truck.


Height of hope like a mountain gone black.
Does he cast his love like a shadow
Into the pedal′s very veins?
And if I gave all my life to the falling-out,
I′d tape up my mouth and tie my temples to the tracks.
So do you want control?
'Cause I don′t need control.
Somebody save my soul.

Cold feet in a hurry to go.
Oh honey, I hope I'm not a self-addressed note
Or a place for your bones to rot.

And I know that your fingers are tied up,
But what if I offered you sacred lands?
Do you think you could break your hands?

Height of hope like a mountain gone black.
Does he cast his love like a shadow
Into the pedal′s very veins?
And if I gave all my life to the falling-out,
I'd tape up my mouth and tie my temples to the tracks.
So do you want control?
′Cause I don't need control.
I never had control.