Lyrics

Your hands on wet lawns Your hands covered in grass Your hands printed into soil My hands pressed against the glass You're always talking about laundry Even though your clothes smell so good I just want to be near you And you know i would if i could But please, stay calm I know you'll adapt, eventually Your hands turned yellow Your hands turned blue Your hands: the crickets Yeah, they're always sing to you And sometimes when i'm still awake I listen to the wind in the trees Sitting out on my front porch Stuttering and shaking in the knees But please, stay calm I know i'll adapt, eventually I know we'll adapt, eventually