The circumstance of liquor flowing through me now
It is making me consider what i'm gonna say in an hour
I will get the cab fair if you're no good to drive
Is your house key ready, can I come inside
It's a fine, fine line
Between the beat and the break of a heart
I guess that's by design
And that's the hard part
I like the inside jokes and how they move your mouth
In the dirty neon glow and how you say them loud
To the ghosts in the alley dancing for the moon
My steps are getting messy I hope you catch me soon
It's a fine, fine line
Between the beat and the break of a heart
I guess that's by design
And that's the hard part
It's a complicated echo where the veins intertwine
Do we hold or do we let go, do we answer the reply
We stretch a string across a canyon, an aluminum divide
We are tin can companions, and still we're tongue tied
Still we're tongue tied
Still we're tongue tied
Still we're tongue tied