Songtext zu 'Tattooed Fists' von Monument Valley

I saw a drunk pin stripe and a trouser suit kiss
In a private show for the waiters on break and the tourists
In a healthy glow of a wedding shop
A row of mannequins lined up like an audience

Sound check in a black box of a venue
Bet it remembers every flight
Bet it remembers every fight between midlevel bands
Over apathetic hands
They might have met once or twice, they might've met once or twice

You say yours won't be a life spent waiting for the odd line
Spent trying to be two things at the same time
You will attack every night
Like you're still holding your father's knife

And love and hate like the tattooed fists came at you swinging
Jabbing your ribs and your chin till your lips were fat and your head was ringing
And they waited for you to fall
And they waited for you to fall
But your glass jaw isn't glass anymore

And it was never ironic, it was never smug
Dancing round your handbag in a High Street pub
And punching the air and they put
Springsteen on and by the time the lights came on
We were long gone

And love and hate like the tattooed fists came at you swinging
Jabbing your ribs and your chin till your lips were fat and your head was ringing
And they waited for you to fall
And they waited for you to fall
But your glass jaw isn't glass anymore
Your glass jaw isn't glass anymore

And the best that you can say
We woke up from each other
Opened our eyes, could barely see each other
To chalk out lines the people might've guessed had once been lovers
But no more

And love and hate like the tattooed fists came at you swinging
Jabbing your ribs and your chin till your lips were fat and your head was ringing
And they waited for you to fall
And they waited for you to fall
But your glass jaw isn't glass anymore
Your glass jaw isn't glass anymore
Your glass jaw isn't glass anymore