Chevelle – The Clincher
Touch
I'll stand for nothing less
Or never stand again
These are the limits when one's burried
This body's left the soul
Or never stand again
These are the limits when one's burried
This body's left the soul
What could we have known, never would I
Would help to nail down
Would help to nail down
Carefull of drifting off
Now losing taste and touch
Turning a pale blue leaning into say
This body's left the soul
Now losing taste and touch
Turning a pale blue leaning into say
This body's left the soul
The brain needs oxygen
Can't sneak around this bait
His catacomb has got me by the chin
This body's left the soul
Can't sneak around this bait
His catacomb has got me by the chin
This body's left the soul
Could we have known
Never would I, have helped to nail down
With nothing to gain
Here's the clincher, this should be you
Now saturate [x4] and touch
Now saturate [x3], the earth
Now saturate [x3], the earth
Never would I, have helped to nail down
With nothing to gain
Here's the clincher, this should be you
Now saturate [x4] and touch
Now saturate [x3], the earth
Now saturate [x3], the earth
Well could we have known
Never would I, have helped to nail down
With nothing to gain
Here's the clincher, this should be you
Made cold and crippled
This happened to be never changing
Holding inside, the phobia of you
Made cold and crippled, ending it all
Never would I, have helped to nail down
With nothing to gain
Here's the clincher, this should be you
Made cold and crippled
This happened to be never changing
Holding inside, the phobia of you
Made cold and crippled, ending it all
Now saturate [x3], the earth