Song parody of
Leading to the Ledge
by Anton Sword
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Love is a combination lock set in an ancient safe
We picked the locks and cylinders until our fingers chafed
Kneeling there together sweating underneath our masks
We both got so tired of questions we never even asked
Partners in crime, our treasure is unhoardable
What's yours, what's mine? The portions are unsortable
We bit the dust and tried to split the take to escape
All our dynamite wouldn't put the wine back in the grape
Our secret names, they blew away in dead confetti mail
And all our dreams in bottles from the belly of the whale
They spilled out across the flood but could not make a bridge
No, they just rolled out a thin red carpet leading to the ledge
Love is a word with a hole punched in the center
Silence may hurt but it lets the pleasure enter
Still upstairs in the bedroom dresser in the back of the bottom drawer
There is a crumpled paper ball that won't unfold any more
Our secret names, they blew away in dead confetti mail
And all our dreams in bottles from the belly of the whale
They spilled out across the flood but could not make a bridge
No, they just rolled out a thin red carpet leading to the ledge
Leading to the ledge, leading to the ledge
Love is a combination lock set in an ancient safe
We picked the locks and cylinders until our fingers chafed
Kneeling there together sweating underneath our masks
We both got so tired of questions we never even asked
Partners in crime, our treasure is unhoardable
What's yours, what's mine? The portions are unsortable
We bit the dust and tried to split the take to escape
All our dynamite wouldn't put the wine back in the grape
Our secret names, they blew away in dead confetti mail
And all our dreams in bottles from the belly of the whale
They spilled out across the flood but could not make a bridge
No, they just rolled out a thin red carpet leading to the ledge
Love is a word with a hole punched in the center
Silence may hurt but it lets the pleasure enter
Still upstairs in the bedroom dresser in the back of the bottom drawer
There is a crumpled paper ball that won't unfold any more
Our secret names, they blew away in dead confetti mail
And all our dreams in bottles from the belly of the whale
They spilled out across the flood but could not make a bridge
No, they just rolled out a thin red carpet leading to the ledge
Leading to the ledge, leading to the ledge
