I had a hole in the middle
Where the lightning went through
I told my friends not to worry
My wife would know how to fix it
Hole in the middle, I'm seeing less of you
Now I'm not going anywhere and I
Don't know what I'll do

It's easy to lose your grip it's easy

I never tell my decisions to the ones I adore
I just show up like a
Bible breather outside the door
But when I look out the window
I see Girls on TV living and dying in LA and
It means nothing to me
It's easy to lose your grip it's easy

It's easy to lose your grip it's easy

So I walk through the streets I love
And I'm led to the house I built
So I walk through the streets I love
And I lay in your bed again

Wake up your saints Jenny, I need them
Jenny, I need them today

Wake up your saints Jenny, I need them
Jenny, I need them today

I didn't have to explain to
Her that I wasn't deaf
She sat me down and lit some
Colored candles over my head
She said you're right, it's a living
But you're wrong for the life
You know you never should've listened
To my father's advice

It's easy to lose your grip it's easy
It's easy to lose your grip it's easy

So I walk through the streets I love
And I'm led to the house I built
So I walk through the streets I love
And I lay in your bed again

Wake up your saints Jenny, I need them
Jenny, I need them today

Wake up your saints Jenny, I need them
Jenny, I need them today

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Writer(s): Aaron Dessner, Matthew D. Berninger