Lyrics

Crawl through the crowd Wipe this abandonment from my sleeves The planets all look aligned At least the ones I see Shaking that fire in your fist Shake it, shake it Crawl to the sound Scraped and skinned my boney knees She's wearing that long black dress She brought me to my feet Shaking that fire in your fist, shake it Miss Tambourine Wrist, Miss Tambourine Wrist Shaking that fire in your fist Shake it, shake it You've got a fire in your fist You better keep it close and keep it closed Keep it close and keep it closed You've got a fire in your fist You better keep it close and keep it closed Keep it close and keep it closed Crawl to the, crawl to the Crawl to the sound Crawl to the sound As I crawl to the sound Crawl to the sound Crawl to the sound Crawl to the sound