It's so quick we fall apart
Pulling stitches out my heart
Cannot trust the hands of fate
Tired lives and tumbled lace

Throwing scrapbooks in the fire
Two less people we admire
Now the hour's getting late
Tired lives and tumbled lace

Pillbox futures, tainted past
I want to know who stained the glass
Keeping tallys while we wait
Tired lives and tumbled lace

For each hello a long goodbye
Watching sunsets in their eyes
Some with violence, some with grace
Tired lives and tumbled lace

I have no answers this is true
But all my questions left with you
Cannot trust the hands of fate
Tired lives and tumbled lace