i wake to you and all your things.
i've come to like our static cling.
but no one's throwing hair from the tower
and i know we won't last the hour.
ride the rails, skate the rinks.
you'll never work out all the kinks
and it won't help to jump through rings.
we'd get old attaching all these strings.
there's no need to patch holes.
there are no more stops to pull.
snowed with you in cold morning light
it's not wrong, it's not quite right
i guess the stupid's gone to my head
and it lets me leave it all unsaid.
there's no need to patch holes.
there are no more stops to pull.
i'll just stay a while
got no will to leave.
all this trial and error,
and error's been fine by me.
there's no need to patch holes.
there are no more stops to pull.