This is the tale of a crooked nail she the hammer that kept me off my drill
She take the place of heaven and love
From the days when I break the white doors
With the creamy flips sweet suckle kiss
She took all my money and then chained my wrists
I live for moments of hammer and nails
Between my legs she caught my wagging tail
From the days I see to our doors
Oh my awe should we rope the stars it infects me like the orchestra
And everyone's sister as a sailor to the moon
In a hope of a dream
I chop up our spindle
I turn a wheel that isn't so little
A way to live that isn't a riddle
I said a saxophone not a broken fiddle
I said a saxophone not a broken fiddle
It's true these day shake insecurities
That's why I want know if I was free
When I was younger and more naive
Turn around to see your face so sweet
I said I'm not going just think and exist
I'm gonna turn burn change and exist
Because I swear I'd kill anyone that'd do you harm
And if it were I then I'd rather die
And this is the pain behind my charm
She looks through my eyes and whispers I don't mind
Oh my awe should we rope the stars it infects me like the orchestra
And everyone's sister is a sailor to the moon
In a hope of a dream
I chop up our spindle
I turn a wheel that isn't so little'
A way to live that isn't a riddle
I said a saxophone not a broken fiddle
I said a saxophone not a broken fiddle