A Tattered Line Of String

We drained every dime In the lower Eastside And you failed to catch the train Back to Queens So you came to my room We did some things That we knew not to do In the glow of the nights golden hue You’ve got the tattered line of string And you tie it ‘round everything That you want to call your own But it never seems to hold When we woke we agreed That we would not every speak Of this night To anyone that we both knew When you said Every time we kissed I felt something that couldn’t exist And I confessed that I felt I felt it too I’ve got the tattered line of string And I tie it ‘round everything That I want to call my own But it never seems to hold I’ve got the tattered line of string And I tie it ‘round everything That I want to call my own But it never seems to hold You’ve got the tattered line of string And you tie it ‘round everything That you want to call your own But it never seems to hold I’ve got the tattered line of string And I tie it ‘round everything That I want to call my own But it never seems to hold