Crutch & Vice from Temper by Jaguardini

CRUTCH & VICE
Emin F#Min G F#min

When the lights hit my face
There’s a certain clarity
Castles built on glass & ice
Volatile Ecstacy

Leaning on my crutch
The night’s intoxicating
Cold sweet burning nectar
The cycle takes its hold of me

Spinning & spinning & spinning around
Time & time & time again
Spinning & spinning & spinning around
Time & time & time again

Hold yourself, hold yourself, hold yourself close
Never & never & never again
Hold yourself, hold yourself, hold yourself close
I’m done with this dance and I want it to end



My head is throbbing
Needles at the core
Transitory loss of vision
I don’t want to feel anymore

Days in a darkened room
When hunger becomes your vice
At night the flood of elixir
Bringing you back to life

Spinning & spinning & spinning around
Time & time & time again
Spinning & spinning & spinning around
Time & time & time again

Hold yourself, hold yourself, hold yourself close
Never & never & never again
Hold yourself, hold yourself, hold yourself close
I’m done with this dance and I want it to end

How can a crew of fools
Steer a tattered ship
When the sails were sold for intemperance
And the captain’s gone adrift

Memories lost at sea
Faces and faces and faces and names
The swirling tides of excess
Will I ever know them again?

Spinning & spinning & spinning around
Time & time & time again
Spinning & spinning & spinning around
Time & time & time again

Hold yourself, hold yourself, hold yourself close
Never & never & never again
Hold yourself, hold yourself, hold yourself close
I’m done with this dance and I want it to end

• Dark Wave
• Electronic
• new wave
• post-punk
• synthpop
• videogame
• Harrisonburg