Lyrics Watching the Wires - Hiss Golden Messenger

Watching the Wires

Then I became a singer
It’s strange to think about
I wanted to be heard, when you get down to it
There ain’t no money in that
Then I became a stranger
Living with this gun
I was afraid I would never grow old
Temptation wore me down
Watching the wires
Setting fires
I hate to run, but
I’m a gun for hire
Gimme one good reason
«Do it for the feeling»
I know what you say, but
I had to learn it the hard way
Oh, the running was murder
Baby, they were right
I drew a card that was full of swords
I never said I loved the light
So I did run like a river
Either that or blow my mind
Momma was afraid I would never grow old
I was afraid that I might
Watching the wires
Setting fires
I hate to run but
I’m a gun for fire
Gimme one good reason
«Do it for the feeling»
I know what you say but
I had to learn it the hard way
Maybe in the next lifetime
Maybe in the next frame
Maybe in the next valley
Somebody knows me