Jay Brannan - Both Hands lyrics
[Jay Brannan - Both Hands lyrics]
I am walking out in the rain
And I am listening to the low moan
Of the dial tone again and I am getting
Nowhere with you and I can't let it go
And I can't get through
The old woman behind the pink curtains
And the closed door on the first floor
She's listening through the air shaft
To see how long our swan song can last
And both hands now use both hands
Oh, no don't close your eyes i am writing
Graffiti on your body
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
I am watching your chest rise and fall
Like the tides of my life
And the rest of it all
And your bones have been my bed frame
And your flesh has been my pillow
I am waiting for sleep to offer up the deep
With both hands oh! both hands
And in each other's shadows we
Grew less and less tall
And eventually our theories couldn't
Explain it all
And I'm recording our history now
On the bedroom wall
And when we leave the landlord will come
And paint over it all and I am walking
Out in the rain
And I am listening to the low
Moan of the dial tone again
And I am getting nowhere with you
And I can't let it go and I can't get though
So now use both hands please use both hands
Oh, no don't close your eyes
I am writing graffiti on your body
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
Hard we tried how hard we tried
And I am listening to the low moan
Of the dial tone again and I am getting
Nowhere with you and I can't let it go
And I can't get through
The old woman behind the pink curtains
And the closed door on the first floor
She's listening through the air shaft
To see how long our swan song can last
And both hands now use both hands
Oh, no don't close your eyes i am writing
Graffiti on your body
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
I am watching your chest rise and fall
Like the tides of my life
And the rest of it all
And your bones have been my bed frame
And your flesh has been my pillow
I am waiting for sleep to offer up the deep
With both hands oh! both hands
And in each other's shadows we
Grew less and less tall
And eventually our theories couldn't
Explain it all
And I'm recording our history now
On the bedroom wall
And when we leave the landlord will come
And paint over it all and I am walking
Out in the rain
And I am listening to the low
Moan of the dial tone again
And I am getting nowhere with you
And I can't let it go and I can't get though
So now use both hands please use both hands
Oh, no don't close your eyes
I am writing graffiti on your body
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
Hard we tried how hard we tried