These Wholes In My Body On South Street Lyrics - Singles - Richard Mcgraw

If I knew where to go 

And if I knew how to get there 

I met your lover on Friday night 

He was wearing gold and silver 

"So this is the lucky man," I thought 

"Well what does that make me?" 

And what would that make you my love 

Probably more than you would care to be 

And if we can't see eye to eye 

I can always kneel on this floor of mine 

And pray to the god you claimed that never came 

And watch you walk right out of this life of mine 

I broke up a fight on a Saturday night 

Those memories vs. me on South Street 

Thoughts of the past came to kick my ass 

And left me bleeding on the concrete 

You can see these scars and these wounds up close 

These holes in my body on South Street 

It's your microscope and all the things you couldn't cope 

with 

They are my enemies at least they seem to be 

And if you never come alive 

You can always kneel on this floor of mine 

And pray for the man you claim ran away 

And I can play that role, I can read his lines 

And if your waters weren't made for my tread 

Then what's possible could never give hell 

Is it the loss or the longing to which I am belonging 

that has kept you alive and well? 

"This is not the time nor the place," you said, 

"for picking up pieces like me." 

But I forgot that I was a junk man with holes in my hands 

When I held those pieces close to me 

And if you never change your mind 

I can always work on these lines of mine 

And I'll use them on the local girls 

And they can keep me shallow they can help you die 

And if I never turn out fine 

Well I can always kneel on this floor of mine 

And pray to the god you claim that never came and 

He can keep me shallow he can help you die 

He can keep me shallow he can help you die 

He can keep me shallow he can help you die