Saint Valentine
๐ต 1035 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:24 duration
๐ ID: 2349838
๐ Lyrics
Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem
She went out for cigarettes and never came home
And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed
Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail
Spread out across the Great Divide
Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine
I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines
Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines
You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
Now I circle the bars on the promenade
While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade
And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane
She's out plucking strings in the pouring, pouring
She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain
See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine
I've circled this map till it caught on fire
Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone
Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home
You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home
You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
She went out for cigarettes and never came home
And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed
Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail
Spread out across the Great Divide
Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine
I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines
Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines
You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
Now I circle the bars on the promenade
While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade
And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane
She's out plucking strings in the pouring, pouring
She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain
See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine
I've circled this map till it caught on fire
Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone
Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home
You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home
You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:14.36] Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem
[00:20.60] She went out for cigarettes and never came home
[00:26.89] And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed
[00:33.28] Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail
[00:37.13] Spread out across the Great Divide
[00:46.31] Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine
[00:52.61] I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines
[00:58.00] Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines
[01:05.20] You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
[01:10.28]
[01:38.02] Now I circle the bars on the promenade
[01:44.00] While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade
[01:50.79] And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane
[01:56.96] She's out plucking strings in the pouring, pouring
[02:00.97] She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain
[02:26.97] See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine
[02:33.62] I've circled this map till it caught on fire
[02:39.87] Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone
[02:46.31] Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home
[02:49.93] You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home
[02:53.46] You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
[03:00.89] You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
[03:08.20] You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
[03:20.00]
[00:20.60] She went out for cigarettes and never came home
[00:26.89] And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed
[00:33.28] Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail
[00:37.13] Spread out across the Great Divide
[00:46.31] Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine
[00:52.61] I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines
[00:58.00] Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines
[01:05.20] You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
[01:10.28]
[01:38.02] Now I circle the bars on the promenade
[01:44.00] While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade
[01:50.79] And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane
[01:56.96] She's out plucking strings in the pouring, pouring
[02:00.97] She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain
[02:26.97] See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine
[02:33.62] I've circled this map till it caught on fire
[02:39.87] Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone
[02:46.31] Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home
[02:49.93] You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home
[02:53.46] You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
[03:00.89] You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
[03:08.20] You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
[03:20.00]