The String of Pearls - 3st

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 night's golden hue You've got a tattered line of string And you tied 'round everything That you want to call your own But it never seems to hold When we walk, we agreed That we would not ever speak of Of this night to anyone that we both knew Then you said "Every time we kissed I felt something that couldn't exist" And I confessed that I thought I felt it too I've got a tattered line of string And I tied 'round everything That I want to call my own But it never seems to hold I've got a tattered light of string And I tied 'round everything That I want to call my own But it never seems to hold You've got a tattered light of string And you tied 'round everything That you want to call your own But it never seems to hold I've got a tattered line of string And I tied 'round everything That I want to call my own But it never seems to hold