Both Hands (Live In Austin, Texas)

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

And 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, how hard we tried

And I am watching your chest

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've waiting for sleep to offer up the deep

With both hands, with both hands

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

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

How hard we tried, how hard we tried