Verse 1 We drained every dime In the lower East Side And you failed to catch the train back to Queens So you came to my room We did some things that we knew not to do In the glow of the nights golden hue You've got a tattered line of string That you've tied 'round everything That you want to call your own But it never seems to hold Verse 2 When we woke we agreed That we would not ever speak Of this night to anyone that we both knew And you said, "Every time we kiss I felt something that could not exist" And I confessed that I thought that I felt it too You've got a tattered line of string That you've tied 'round everything That you want to call your own But it never seems to hold Break You've got a tattered line of string That you've tied 'round everything That you want to call your own But it never seems to hold