Limp Right Back Songtext
von Deer Tick

I′m sick of shaking hands
I'm feeling how to end
I can′t count the ways
That we've become untethered
But I can limp right back
I'll put things back together

If you′re gone, it′s alright
The rose is on the vine
And I was made to march on
'Til the end

I′d blow away your tears
And suffer for your pleasure
Been tossed around before
And lost just like a feather
So I will limp right back
I'll put things back together


If you′re gone, it's alright
The rose is on the vine
And I was made to march on
′Til the end

Through sickness and in health
The friends I know so well
Playin' blame
Needs to satisfy

Through sickness and in health
The friends I know so well
Playin' blame
Needs to satisfy

I′m sick of shaking hands
I′m feeling how to weather
I can't count the ways
That we′ve become untethered
But I can limp right back
I'll put things back together

If you′re gone, it's alright
The rose is on the vine
And I was made to march on
′Til the end