Antique Bull
Brendan Canning, Lisa Dawn Lobsinger
They say he has grace like any bull in a china shop
(Fallin', what can you do)
He walks in the room, counting time on his fingers
(Look at what's haunting you)
We're messed up, 'cause you fucked up
(Seems like I never knew, how to lose you)
Break in two I do now count your fingers
Far from home you leave a trail
See anymore?
It was obvious
By now you should know
How can all get lost so far
What are you looking for
Break in two I do now count your fingers
Far from home you leave a trail
Seems like I never knew
Tryin' to get through
I'll never, never let it pass on to
Tryin' to get old
You'll never, never let it go out
