Atmosphere - The Woman with the Tattooed Hands lyrics

I used to know this woman
Who had the most beautiful
Tattoos on the top sides of both of her hands
She was forty-three years old and
As far as I know
Had never yet been with a man
It's not that she wasn't attractive
She was beautiful
But it was the way that she interacted
She was aggressively passive to
The point where she
Would've intimidated any mitt that ever
Tried to catch it
On the right hand she had a
Tattoo of a nude girl
She claimed it is what God resembled
But on the left she had a
Mirrored image of the same female
And this one she explained
Looked like the devil
I remember once watching her
Touch her own breasts
How the tattoos smiled as they
Stared down her stomach
As if anticipating when they'd
Be allowed to caress
The sweet flower that they
Both seemed to hunger (Sweet flower)
Now maybe I was high but it felt so right
Heaven and hell both take
To this woman's womb
It didn't make sense how she could commence
Touching herself with me wide awake
In the same room
But if I've learned anything in my years
(My years)
I learned I no longer believe in surprise
(In surprise) but what happened next damn
Near stole my tears
The tattoos came alive right in
Front of my eyes
They both slowly stood up and
Climbed off her hands
And showed me why she never took
Some time with a man
They climbed deep inside of
This woman's garden
She closed her eyes and she
Gently bit her bottom lip
I stepped, I left and I don't regret leaving
And I'd never forget all the
Things I saw that evening
A glimpse of religion
A piece of coming closer
To understanding more about what
Intrigues me most
I didn't get turned on, I just got turned
I wasn't as aroused as I was concerned
For each one of 'em I've hurt
And every time I've been burned
I've got a lot to teach
But even more to learn
So now I keep my eyes open hoping
To take in all I can
About woman taking in all she can
And for as long as I breathe I'll
Save a seat in my memory
For that woman with the tattooed hands

There's good and evil in
Each individual fire
Identifies needs and feeds our desire
As long as we keep our spirit inspired
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants
There's good and evil in
Each individual fire
Identifies needs and feeds our desire
As long as we keep our spirit inspired
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants
There's good and evil in
Each individual fire
Identifies needs and feeds our desire
As long as we keep our spirit inspired
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants
There's good and evil in
Each individual fire
Identifies needs and feeds our desire
As long as we keep our spirit inspired
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants
There's good and evil in
Each individual fire
Identifies needs and feeds our desire
As long as we keep our spirit inspired
She can bite her bottom lip all she wants