Hands

[Verse 1]

Extend it and get what you can

Risk the burning of your own

Flip it up to a stranger to let her read your palm

Sweat the words that fall like toy pianos

[Verse 2]

Wave from out your window at the one you love the most

Wring your bones as he turns to touch another

These are the things that mine have done

These are the things that mine have done

[Chorus]

You shake

You hold

They catch you in a stumble

They quake

They fold

Hands will let you down

[Verse 3]

One can make a dollar, in red, sign out the soul

Two can make the promise of a gesture

One can make a collar with a grip about the throat

Rub your back while his brother fakes a pistol

[Outro]

These are the things I know are done

These are the things I know are done