Spilt Needles Lyrics - Wincing The Night Away - The Shins

I've earned myself an impossible crime 

Had to paint myself a hole and fall inside 

If it's far enough in sight and rhyme 

I get to wear another dress and count in time 

Oh, won't you do me the favor, man 

Of forgiving my, polymorphing opinion here 

And your vague outline? 

I'll find myself another burning gate 

A pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate 

And this is what you get for pulling pins 

Out of the hole inside the hole you're in 

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It's like I'm perched on the handlebars 

Of a blind man's bike 

No straws to grab, just the rushing wind 

On a rolling mind 

La la la la la 

They'll want you to decide, eventually it happens 

Some gather on one side, with all their pearly snapping 

They'll close the basement door, it sets our teeth to chatter 

You never saw it before, but now that hardly matters 

You're old enough, boy 

Too many summers you've enjoyed 

So spin the wheel, we'll set you up with some odd convictions 

'Cause you're finally golden, boy 

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It's like I'm perched on the handle bars 

Of a blind man's bike 

No straws to grab, just the rushing wind 

On a rolling mind