Текст песни Title Track - Krystle Warren

Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth
That touched the lead to the pages of your
Manuscript.

I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up
All my strength to hammer pillars for a picket
Fence.

It wasn't quiet what it seemed... a lack of
Pleasantries (my able body isn't what it used to
Be).

I must admit I was charmed by your advances...
Your advantage left me helplessly into you.

Talking how the group had begun to splinter
And I could taste your lipstick on the filter...

I tried my best to keep my distance from your
Dress but call-response overturns conviction
Every time.

My memory cannot recall... a wave of alcohol we
Shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off.

Lushing with the hallway congregation, my best
Judgement signed its resignation.

I rushed this.

We moved too fast, and tripped into the
Guestroom.