I'd find a fatal flaw
That'll never elope
You love a sinking stone
Don't leave me no phone number there
I let you stay and you paid no rent
I gotta leave here my girl
That's enough sitting on the fence
And lost your only chance
The train is getting way too loud
So baby it's clear
You want to fight for this love
So get used to the lonesome
On honest ground
That'll never elope
Don't leave me no phone number there
But honey you cannot wrestle a dove
But now I stand on honest ground
Girl, you must atone some
In the logic of love
Until this turn in my head
You love a sinking stone
So get used to used to the lonesome
Go back to your hometown
I spent twelve long months on the lam
But you sat on your hands
For the wheels to nullify
Get your feet on the ground
In the logic of love
And stop floating around
And went out of my head
You want to jump and dance
It took me all of a year
And go out of my head
For the fear of breaking dams
Get on with my lonely life
Just leave the ring on the rail
Untie me, I've said no vows
To put the poison pill to your ear
Songwriter: James Russell Mercer
I found a fatal flaw
Girl, you must atone some