Spilt Needles lyrics

Song information

Artist: The Shins
Album: Wincing The Night Away

Lyrics

Spilt needles

I've done myself an impossible crime
I have to paint myself a hole and fall inside
And if it's far enough in sight and rhyme
I get to wear another dress and count in time

Oh, won't you do me the favor, man
Of forgiving my
Polymorphing opinion here
On your vague outline

Find myself another burning gate
A pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate
And this is get what you get for pulling pins
Another of the hole inside the hole you're in

It's like I'm perched on the handle bars
Of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab, just the rushing wind..
On a rolling mind

They'll want you to decide
Eventually, it happens-
Some gather on one side
With all their pearlys snapping
They close the basement door
That sets our teeth to chatter
You never saw it before
But now that hardly matters

You're old enough, boy
Too many summers you've enjoyed
So spin the wheel
We'll set you up with some odd convictions
Because you're finally golden, boy

It's like I'm perched on the handle bars
Of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab, just the rushing wind..
On a rolling mind

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"Wincing The Night Away" album track list