Hands

Lyrics

[Verse 1] My hands are cold They have no blood to hold The room is dark But I can hear her laugh My eyes, they fear What my ears think they hear My head, it spins And then my love begins No fun, no games Just this old ball and chain She thinks I lack The will to cut some slack [Chorus] Too young, too old To tell what I've been told My hands, they're cold They'll need some blood to hold [Verse 2] My love is back In the ground, in black I stoop, she knows Just not how deep it goes White guilt inspects A lack in intellect I talk regrets With the dying architect Old man once said Dying alone in bed "The steeps of life Are climbed best with a knife" [Chorus] Still young, still old Can't tell what I've been told Look, my hands, they're still cold Soon they'll need some blood to hold [Indistinct radio chatter]