We drained every dime
In the lower Eastside
And you failed to catch the train
Back to Queens

So you came to my room
We did some things
That we knew not to do
In the glow of the nights golden hue

You´ve got the tattered line of string
And you tie it ‘round everything
That you want to call your own
But it never seems to hold

When we woke, we agreed
That we would not every speak
Of this night
To anyone, that we both knew

When you said,
“Every time we kissed, I felt something that couldn´t exist,”
And I confessed, that I felt, I felt it too

I´ve got the tattered line of string
And I tie it ‘round everything
That I want to call my own
But it never seems to hold

I´ve got the tattered line of string
And I tie it ‘round everything
That I want to call my own
But it never seems to hold

[Instrumental]

You´ve got the tattered line of string
And you tie it ‘round everything
That you want to call your own
But it never seems to hold

I´ve got the tattered line of string
And I tie it ‘round everything
That I want to call my own
But it never seems to hold