Fortune Teller by Hot Cross Lyrics
Caught cutting through the running tide
Bleeding out
Portrayed way past a prime
Tripping over words and playing tricks on time
Eastern standard time of the dead (Fuck not lest ye be fucked)
Wear clocks around our necks like tombstone
Caught cutting through the running tide
Bleeding out
Portrayed way past a prime
Tripping over words and playing tricks on time
Eastern standard time of the dead (Fuck not lest ye be fucked)
Wear clocks around our necks like tombstone
Fuck not lest ye be fucked
A point invariably moot when you've
Outgrown smarts and frustration is your strongest suit
It's the wisest man that will always be told to forget his
Ego for a minute and realize
That he can't replace his ass just
Because he found a crack in it
(26 years past my prime as if minutes made a difference)
How can we sit so still when
It's so hard
(Like ostriches with head in sand, we fear our desires)
So hard to look past the last one
You've loved, you've loved, you've loved
(Breathe every breath like it wasn't a countdown)
So hard to find that which you felt in
That touch, that touch, that touch
(Breathe every breath like it wasn't a countdown)
And how can I go on searching for these days
And how can I go on searching for these days when I'm
And how can I go on searching for these days
When I'm standing among them
Rhetorical wisdom
Is a locked door
A lost chance, and
All you'll never see
A statement betrayed like your worst enemy
(Breathe every breath like it wasn't a countdown)
You can't change a mind lost to the hours held so dear
(Breathe every breath like it wasn't a countdown)
Can't force your way out of a dream purchased with fear
Bleeding out
Portrayed way past a prime
Tripping over words and playing tricks on time
Eastern standard time of the dead (Fuck not lest ye be fucked)
Wear clocks around our necks like tombstone
Caught cutting through the running tide
Bleeding out
Portrayed way past a prime
Tripping over words and playing tricks on time
Eastern standard time of the dead (Fuck not lest ye be fucked)
Wear clocks around our necks like tombstone
Fuck not lest ye be fucked
A point invariably moot when you've
Outgrown smarts and frustration is your strongest suit
It's the wisest man that will always be told to forget his
Ego for a minute and realize
That he can't replace his ass just
Because he found a crack in it
(26 years past my prime as if minutes made a difference)
How can we sit so still when
It's so hard
(Like ostriches with head in sand, we fear our desires)
So hard to look past the last one
You've loved, you've loved, you've loved
(Breathe every breath like it wasn't a countdown)
So hard to find that which you felt in
That touch, that touch, that touch
(Breathe every breath like it wasn't a countdown)
And how can I go on searching for these days
And how can I go on searching for these days when I'm
And how can I go on searching for these days
When I'm standing among them
Rhetorical wisdom
Is a locked door
A lost chance, and
All you'll never see
A statement betrayed like your worst enemy
(Breathe every breath like it wasn't a countdown)
You can't change a mind lost to the hours held so dear
(Breathe every breath like it wasn't a countdown)
Can't force your way out of a dream purchased with fear