Weak Hands

Long leg, short leg Sweetbread? Po-faced Whose place? Weak hands, embrace Weekend disgrace Jump on my grave, weak hands, embrace

Every time I've run too soon, reminded of it I am always, "Look at you running, my friend, to that desert in the sky" To your defense, our journey starts before we're even here My dear, my hologram, my lord of mirrors It's coming Waiting to be let down

Long leg, short leg You can't always save face It's bound to fade It's how it's made Jump on my grave, weak hands, embrace

Every time I've run too soon, reminded of it I am always, "Look at you running, my friend, to that desert in the sky" To your defense, our journey starts before we're even here My dear, my hologram, my lord of mirrors It's coming Waiting to be let down

Long leg, short leg Sweetbread? Po-faced Whose place? Weak hands, embrace Weekend disgrace Jump on my grave, weak hands, embrace

Every time I've run too soon, reminded of it I am always, "Look at you running, my friend, to that desert in the sky" To your defense, our journey starts before we're even here My dear, my hologram, my lord of mirrors It's coming You're waiting to be let down