Both Hands
I am walking
out in the rain
and i am
listening to the low moan
of the dial tone again
and i am getting
no where with you
and i can't let it
go
and i can't get through...
the old woman behind pink curtains
and the closed
door
on the first floor
she's listening through the
airshaft
to see how long our swan song can last
and
both hands
now use both hands
oh no-dont close yr
eyes
i am writing
graffiti on yr body
i am drawing
the story
of how hard we tried
i am watching yr
chest
rise and fall
like the tides of my life
and the
rest of it all
and yr bones have been my bedframe
and yr flesh has been my pillow
i am waiting for sleep
to offer up the deep
with both hands
in each others
shadows we grew less and less tall
and eventually our
theories couldnt explain it all
and i'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall
and eventually
the landlord will come and paint over it all
repeat
so now use both hands
please use both
hands
oh no-dont close yr eyes
i am drawing graffiti
on yr body
i am drawing the story of how hard we tried
hard we tried
hard we tried
