Lyrics

If I could measure the distance between your fingers and mine
Maybe my stuttering fingers would start to march in time
I'd ride to the crossroads and throw off my long coat
Bargain with whoever would have me
Deal with the devil or give up the worn soles of my dancing shoes
Tell the whole world what I'm looking to lose

Hold onto your envy
Wear it like a fox fur coat
It's yours for the using
Lap it up like lemonade
Unwrap it like it's Christmas Day
It's yours

Morgan's so pretty, you don't want to be Yew anymore
If I had it in me, the world would have seen it by now
Mold up my mud horn, keep playing my small songs,
Believe I have something to say--
Dream that they're hearing me, the moon's moving near to me
To pull out the bone from my throat
I kneel at the crossroads
I'll give it all up

Hold onto your envy
Wear it like a fox fur coat
It's yours for the using
Lap it up like lemonade
Unwrap it like it's Christmas Day
It's yours

If I could measure the distance between your fingers and mine
Maybe my mother would hear it when I say that I'm doing fine
Sang to the snow moon and opened some old wounds
Buried my sacrificed sons
Held hands with the devil, wore holes in the soft soles of my dancing shoes
On Abraham's altar, I've got nothing to lose