Lyrics
Pictures framed in gold
Bronze heavy's my neck
Deer heads make the walls
Silverware in cabinets
Cut from different cloth
Still see no hope
Yours is nice and soft
All I see is rope
(She's) Standing to the nines
God sent in a dress
Once bitten twice as shy
Leave our pictures in cabinets
Leave sleeping dogs to rest
Still see no hope
Always feeling second best
All I see is rope
River sends be back
Bed sores to blame
These ropes start to feel slack
I think I've gotten away
Cut from different cloth
Start to see hope
Ours is nice and soft
All I see is home
Pictures framed in
Gold decaying