Tourniquet
Live at the Evening Muse (2006)


It’s just the two of us
It’s just the empty spaces we dragged ourselves into
It’s just the two of us
With nothing to say

I’ll be a tourniquet
For all my wrongs, all my thoughts
I’ll be a tourniquet
Until the bleeding stops
(Don’t tell me you can’t feel anything)

If this is the end
I’ll just cut myself off from you
If this is the end
I’ll just cut myself off from you

It’s still the two of us
It’s still the infinite ways I can’t quite get to you
It’s still the two of us
With still nothing to say

I’ll be a tourniquet
For all my wrongs, all my thoughts
I’ll be a tourniquet
Until the bleeding stops
(Don’t tell me you can’t feel anything)

If this is the end
I’ll just cut myself off from you
If this is the end
I’ll just cut myself off from you
If this is the end
I’ll just cut myself off from you
If this is the end
I’ll just cut myself off from you

Let’s play god; let’s play god
Let’s play god with our love
Let’s play god; let’s play god
Let’s play god with our love
Let’s play god with our love

If this is the end
I’ll just cut myself off from you
If this is the end
I’ll just cut myself off from you
If this is the end
And my tourniquet won't save you
If this is the end
And proof that too much love can kill you

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Lyrics gathered by J. Hodge
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