| Song | Twenty Slivers |
| Artist | Stephanie Schneiderman |
| Album | Dangerous Fruit |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The words stick even still | |
| Sour tar beneath my nails | |
| Inside the cracks | |
| I thought I got you all out | |
| Your gravity coming down | |
| A quite prison even now | |
| I thought I got you all out | |
| And even with new skin and a different lie | |
| You get under you get in | |
| Every bullet I dodged in the blink of you eye | |
| Twenty slivers in my skin | |
| Even now you made it in | |
| Even now you made it in | |
| A thousand miles from me now | |
| From your piercing glances | |
| Even still | |
| I can feel your eyes somehow | |
| Ever word was paper thin | |
| Every hill into a mountain | |
| I thought I got you all out | |
| Even with new skin and a different lie | |
| You get under you get in | |
| Every bullet that came within an inch of my life | |
| Was it the flame you tried to kill | |
| Your words haunt me even still | |
| I’m afraid they always will | |
| The words stick even still | |
| And I’m afraid they always will…. |
| The words stick even still | |
| Sour tar beneath my nails | |
| Inside the cracks | |
| I thought I got you all out | |
| Your gravity coming down | |
| A quite prison even now | |
| I thought I got you all out | |
| And even with new skin and a different lie | |
| You get under you get in | |
| Every bullet I dodged in the blink of you eye | |
| Twenty slivers in my skin | |
| Even now you made it in | |
| Even now you made it in | |
| A thousand miles from me now | |
| From your piercing glances | |
| Even still | |
| I can feel your eyes somehow | |
| Ever word was paper thin | |
| Every hill into a mountain | |
| I thought I got you all out | |
| Even with new skin and a different lie | |
| You get under you get in | |
| Every bullet that came within an inch of my life | |
| Was it the flame you tried to kill | |
| Your words haunt me even still | |
| I' m afraid they always will | |
| The words stick even still | |
| And I' m afraid they always will. |
| The words stick even still | |
| Sour tar beneath my nails | |
| Inside the cracks | |
| I thought I got you all out | |
| Your gravity coming down | |
| A quite prison even now | |
| I thought I got you all out | |
| And even with new skin and a different lie | |
| You get under you get in | |
| Every bullet I dodged in the blink of you eye | |
| Twenty slivers in my skin | |
| Even now you made it in | |
| Even now you made it in | |
| A thousand miles from me now | |
| From your piercing glances | |
| Even still | |
| I can feel your eyes somehow | |
| Ever word was paper thin | |
| Every hill into a mountain | |
| I thought I got you all out | |
| Even with new skin and a different lie | |
| You get under you get in | |
| Every bullet that came within an inch of my life | |
| Was it the flame you tried to kill | |
| Your words haunt me even still | |
| I' m afraid they always will | |
| The words stick even still | |
| And I' m afraid they always will. |