Chevelle Lyrics
"The Clincher"
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Touch!
I'll stand for nothing less
Or never stand again
These are the limits when one's buried
This body's left the soul
How could we have known
Never would I, have helped to nail down
Careful of drifting off
Now losing taste and touch
Turning a pale blue, leading in the 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
How 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, now saturate, now saturate, now saturate, and touch
Now saturate, now saturate, now saturate, the earth
Now saturate, now saturate, now saturate, the earth
How 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 viewed, made cold and crippled, ending it all
Now saturate, now saturate, now saturate, now saturate, the earth
Now saturate, now saturate, now saturate
I'll stand for nothing less
Or never stand again
These are the limits when one's buried
This body's left the soul
How could we have known
Never would I, have helped to nail down
Careful of drifting off
Now losing taste and touch
Turning a pale blue, leading in the 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
How 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, now saturate, now saturate, now saturate, and touch
Now saturate, now saturate, now saturate, the earth
Now saturate, now saturate, now saturate, the earth
How 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 viewed, made cold and crippled, ending it all
Now saturate, now saturate, now saturate, now saturate, the earth
Now saturate, now saturate, now saturate
This song is from the album "Stray Arrows: A Collection Of Favorites", "Any Last Words (Live At The Metro, Chicago, IL)" and "This Type Of Thinking Could Do Us In".