Vagabond Holes
๐ต 961 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:57 duration
๐ ID: 31074753
๐ Lyrics
Holes in my body, holes in my shoes
You can put your fingers in me
Let the north wind blow straight through
When you left I almost disappeared
Now you've gone, I'm not quite here
My friends say they call me, but there's nobody home
And they say talking to me these days
Is like squeezing blood from a stone
They say I'm fading fast, my signal's weak
You told me to forget about us,
I just forgot how to speak
Holes in my body. holes in my shoes
Who can mend these vagebond holes?
No one's going to love you when you're wrinkled and old
No teeth in your gums, your hair the colour of snow
Up two flights of stairs to your ten dollar room
With the smell of all your cats and dust
And the newspapers strewn
Holes filled with whiskey, holes filled with damp and mould
Days get short, and the nights get cold
Days go missing when the bottle closes in
Weak grow sickly and the sick grow thin
Holes in my body, holes in my shoes
Who can mend these vagebond holes?
You can put your fingers in me
Let the north wind blow straight through
When you left I almost disappeared
Now you've gone, I'm not quite here
My friends say they call me, but there's nobody home
And they say talking to me these days
Is like squeezing blood from a stone
They say I'm fading fast, my signal's weak
You told me to forget about us,
I just forgot how to speak
Holes in my body. holes in my shoes
Who can mend these vagebond holes?
No one's going to love you when you're wrinkled and old
No teeth in your gums, your hair the colour of snow
Up two flights of stairs to your ten dollar room
With the smell of all your cats and dust
And the newspapers strewn
Holes filled with whiskey, holes filled with damp and mould
Days get short, and the nights get cold
Days go missing when the bottle closes in
Weak grow sickly and the sick grow thin
Holes in my body, holes in my shoes
Who can mend these vagebond holes?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.71] Holes in my body, holes in my shoes
[00:17.88] You can put your fingers in me
[00:20.12] Let the north wind blow straight through
[00:22.93] When you left I almost disappeared
[00:28.03] Now you've gone, I'm not quite here
[00:31.68] My friends say they call me, but there's nobody home
[00:36.65] And they say talking to me these days
[00:39.09] Is like squeezing blood from a stone
[00:42.44] They say I'm fading fast, my signal's weak
[00:47.59] You told me to forget about us,
[00:49.67] I just forgot how to speak
[00:51.78] Holes in my body. holes in my shoes
[00:57.58] Who can mend these vagebond holes?
[01:27.50] No one's going to love you when you're wrinkled and old
[01:32.53] No teeth in your gums, your hair the colour of snow
[01:37.57] Up two flights of stairs to your ten dollar room
[01:42.16] With the smell of all your cats and dust
[01:44.96] And the newspapers strewn
[01:47.11] Holes filled with whiskey, holes filled with damp and mould
[01:52.64] Days get short, and the nights get cold
[01:57.82] Days go missing when the bottle closes in
[02:02.57] Weak grow sickly and the sick grow thin
[02:06.71] Holes in my body, holes in my shoes
[02:12.55] Who can mend these vagebond holes?
[03:53.88]
[00:17.88] You can put your fingers in me
[00:20.12] Let the north wind blow straight through
[00:22.93] When you left I almost disappeared
[00:28.03] Now you've gone, I'm not quite here
[00:31.68] My friends say they call me, but there's nobody home
[00:36.65] And they say talking to me these days
[00:39.09] Is like squeezing blood from a stone
[00:42.44] They say I'm fading fast, my signal's weak
[00:47.59] You told me to forget about us,
[00:49.67] I just forgot how to speak
[00:51.78] Holes in my body. holes in my shoes
[00:57.58] Who can mend these vagebond holes?
[01:27.50] No one's going to love you when you're wrinkled and old
[01:32.53] No teeth in your gums, your hair the colour of snow
[01:37.57] Up two flights of stairs to your ten dollar room
[01:42.16] With the smell of all your cats and dust
[01:44.96] And the newspapers strewn
[01:47.11] Holes filled with whiskey, holes filled with damp and mould
[01:52.64] Days get short, and the nights get cold
[01:57.82] Days go missing when the bottle closes in
[02:02.57] Weak grow sickly and the sick grow thin
[02:06.71] Holes in my body, holes in my shoes
[02:12.55] Who can mend these vagebond holes?
[03:53.88]