The words he's soon to find
Sift his tongue like sandpaper
He'll have a talk with himself first
Then demand the man later
Goes against the grain with a Gamble
As if he has it all to wager
Tip toes a tightrope
To a seat at the table and waits for the waiter
Talk is cheap
So take your broke ass home
(And I'll wait, and I'll wait, and I'll wait)
Prays to god
He won't walk all alone
(And I'll wait, and I'll wait, and I'll wait)
She's melancholic in the middle
Hates him just a little
What he wants to say
Relayed her way first
But she works in mysterious ways
She loves when he laughs in her face
After all it's laughter all the same
(Sift his tongue like sandpaper)
(Sift his tongue like sandpaper)
Talk is cheap
So take your broke ass home
(And I'll wait, and I'll wait, and I'll wait)
Prays to god
He won't walk all alone
(And I'll wait, and I'll wait, and I'll wait)
Talk is cheap
So take your broke ass home
Prays to god
He won't walk all alone
(Sift his tongue like sandpaper)
(Sift his tongue like sandpaper)