
Crossed With Lines (Extended Version) Lyrics
- Genre:Acoustic
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
I was a sailor, yes I was ocean made
I was a painter, catching the gentle waves
I was a beggar, asking for anything
I was a soldier, just trying to be brave
I had a kingdom, I had a dying farm
I blamed Jehovah, when I saw the swarm
I was a fetus, yes, I was an old man, too
I was anything and everything, until
Until I met you, now you've made me me,
Yes until I met you I didn't know how to be me, me
Whatever that means, now you've made me me
Yes you've made me me, so just tell me one thing please
How will you know me
When my face is crossed with lines
How will you clone me
If you don't know what's inside
How will you call me
When my phone has finally died
How would you hold me
If you got no arms by your side, by your side
I was a villain, I had a calling card
I was a lightning bolt in the sky of God
I was a miracle, I was a prophet but
I only read my palms when I was out of luck
I had the evil eye of a tyrant king
And every night I swim when the sirens sing
I have a bishop's hands when I said my grace
I had the might of Thor, the strength of Owen Chase
Chasing everything I see, until I saw you
I didn't know how to be me, me, whatever that means
Now you've made me me, yes you've made me me
So just tell me one thing please
How will you know me
When my face is crossed with lines
How will you clone me
If you don't know what's inside
How will you call me
When my phone has finally died
How would you hold me
If you got no arms by your side, by your side
I was a failure, I had a chance to write
My own redemption but, I was afraid to fight
I gave up, soon as I saw my face in the mirror
I was craven until I met you, until I met you
I was a pair of sandals, I was built to last
The very act of walking creates my path
I was a Salem witch, I was a zealot, too
I was Iago's heart, and I was Keats' truth
I had a couple freckles on my ring finger
I had a wooden leg and a silver beard
I was cold, I was comfortable, I was young
As a colt, never felt so full as the moon, as the moon
Yellow, yellow moon, yellow moon
Until I met you