The Holy Tightrope lyrics

Your late teens are hanging on a wall Lowered down to the first five rows Convinced me to leave her on her own Every breath like a curtain closed But I see legs they're up in the air There's speech writers with all my tongues The holy throne heirs in the basement Saddle up me, like I was a pavement Between scenes there's dealers making calls Make a living off of perfect flaws The sweat drips while you dribble down the phone, innocence left clean off the bone But I see legs they're up in the air There's speech writers with all your girls Holy tightrope, shameless catwalk Saddle up me, like I was a pavement