Fingernails - Matthew Good

Peel away the long drift that’s so pale

You’re hanging on by your fingernails

The mirror I play that never gets it right

That you solicit in the middle of the night

A frozen skyline stood on an icy rail

You’re hanging on by your fingernails

Maybe it’s too late to hear it

Maybe it’s too late to buy

But when you’re always saying means believing

Baby it’s too late to cry

Threw open them doors

Rode in on them coattails

You’re hanging on by your fingernails

I like to dream of things in the opposite of no

Like Dixon long to Smith to Thomas in on goal

The truth of knowing any part of it could fail

Ya we were hanging on by our fingernails

Maybe it’s too late to hear it

Maybe it’s too late to buy

But when you’re always saying means believing

Baby it’s too late to cry