| Song | Spine |
| Artist | Pianos Become the Teeth |
| Album | The Lack Long After |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| On tuesday I got the call, | |
| That damn phone call | |
| I’d been bracing for all week. | |
| No, don’t say it. | |
| I watched her crawl in bed with you, | |
| I watched her wet your lips | |
| And couldn’t do a God damned thing, | |
| I watched you shake, I watched our hearts break, | |
| I couldn’t wrap my fingers around your spine | |
| And shake it loose from the bone, | |
| I couldn’t fight against the loss, | |
| I never set fire to your bed, | |
| I never burnt the bed sores, | |
| I never ate the flame, or drank the sweat, | |
| But if it burns me up | |
| I won’t char half as much as I’ll keep warm. | |
| Life goes on because it has to, these things, | |
| They never leave, they stay with you, | |
| The smell of the viewing, | |
| Your friends singing your praises, | |
| The flower boot that never bloomed until we lost you, | |
| The first Christmas we suffered through, | |
| Room 211, kissing your head, | |
| The last look into your eyes, | |
| Not having the words to say thank you, | |
| Say good bye. |
| On tuesday I got the call, | |
| That damn phone call | |
| I' d been bracing for all week. | |
| No, don' t say it. | |
| I watched her crawl in bed with you, | |
| I watched her wet your lips | |
| And couldn' t do a God damned thing, | |
| I watched you shake, I watched our hearts break, | |
| I couldn' t wrap my fingers around your spine | |
| And shake it loose from the bone, | |
| I couldn' t fight against the loss, | |
| I never set fire to your bed, | |
| I never burnt the bed sores, | |
| I never ate the flame, or drank the sweat, | |
| But if it burns me up | |
| I won' t char half as much as I' ll keep warm. | |
| Life goes on because it has to, these things, | |
| They never leave, they stay with you, | |
| The smell of the viewing, | |
| Your friends singing your praises, | |
| The flower boot that never bloomed until we lost you, | |
| The first Christmas we suffered through, | |
| Room 211, kissing your head, | |
| The last look into your eyes, | |
| Not having the words to say thank you, | |
| Say good bye. |
| On tuesday I got the call, | |
| That damn phone call | |
| I' d been bracing for all week. | |
| No, don' t say it. | |
| I watched her crawl in bed with you, | |
| I watched her wet your lips | |
| And couldn' t do a God damned thing, | |
| I watched you shake, I watched our hearts break, | |
| I couldn' t wrap my fingers around your spine | |
| And shake it loose from the bone, | |
| I couldn' t fight against the loss, | |
| I never set fire to your bed, | |
| I never burnt the bed sores, | |
| I never ate the flame, or drank the sweat, | |
| But if it burns me up | |
| I won' t char half as much as I' ll keep warm. | |
| Life goes on because it has to, these things, | |
| They never leave, they stay with you, | |
| The smell of the viewing, | |
| Your friends singing your praises, | |
| The flower boot that never bloomed until we lost you, | |
| The first Christmas we suffered through, | |
| Room 211, kissing your head, | |
| The last look into your eyes, | |
| Not having the words to say thank you, | |
| Say good bye. |