Lyrics
I was born on a Saturday what about you?
Well I know, I already know that you were too
I will go on a screened-in porch on a rainstorm
I won't hold fast, you're waiting past onto no form
A strong current will sweep you downstream
It would be best not to resist
The line you're hanging on is fraying
You may as well loosen your grip
But a stranger is living in your old house
What does when you were born still say about you?
It'd be best to jettison what you can't really do
A strong current will sweep you downstream
It would be best not to resist
The line you're hanging on is fraying
You may as well loosen your grip
