The High Strung
Текст песни Rope

There's a great length of rope, tied around your waist, I hope
'Cause I'd use it to find my way back
Now I'm standing at the gate, now shivers as of late
I'm too eager, tell myself to breathe
I was told Saturn would come back long ago
That Saturn would return, long ago when we met
Now I've come through the door, my boots echo against the floor
Toss my coat on the couch, take tobacco from the pouch
Take the ball past the poems, pictures of our love aflame
To the kitchen at the sink, need one loaded second to think
Catch my reflection in the faucet, say "no, no, you haven't lost it
You look old, you look old, but you look good, you look good"
And I hear you come in behind me, time to face you and say
"There's a great length of rope tied around your waist, I hope
'Cause I used it to find my way back"