Lyrics Anvil Hands - Sego

Slide down the razor blade into a sea of lemonade
Will you keep calling me when my memory starts to fade
Thrashing and hollering
I wouldn't leave this town if it could
One hundred pages of memory and a match without a book

Take my anvil hands
Lift them up above my head
Driving 'round this town
Lost my taste for rodeo clowns
Buying stuff that I don't need
Build a tower made of rusty cans
Watch the mountains block the sunrise
Stapled papers and smokey vices

Slide down the razor blade into a sea of lemonade
Would you keep calling me when your memory starts to fade
Thrashing and hollering
I wouldn't leave this town if it could
One hundred pages of memory and a match without a book

Erase your face with paints and light
Melting through sedimentary life
Talking down to your hometown
Burn, burn to the ground
I could claw my way up to anything that feels like new
Take my anvil hands
It's not so bad, man

Slide down the razor blade into a sea of lemonade
Will you keep calling me when your memory starts to fade
Thrashing and hollering
I wouldn't leave this town if it could
One hundred pages of memory and a match without a book

Slide down the razor blade into a sea of lemonade
Will you keep calling me when my memory starts to fade
Thrashing and hollering
I wouldn't leave this town if it could
One hundred pages of memory and a match without a book

Slide down the razor blade into a sea of lemonade
Will you keep calling me when my memory starts to fade
Thrashing and hollering
I wouldn't leave this town if it could
One hundred pages of memory and a match without a book