Hands - flatsound.mp3

[00:00.610]I always liked how your hands looked
[00:05.710]And not just in comparison to mine
[00:09.180]They were an artists hands
[00:10.920]Calloused from building walls and
[00:12.770]Skin covered in clay that cracked as it dried
[00:15.600]You see,i have two thoughts before touching someones hands
[00:19.850]Are they soft? i hope not
[00:23.690]Not too soft,Because four years ago i fell into a hole
[00:27.870]So as soon as they touch,I wonder if they’re strong enough
[00:31.150]To help pull me to the top and are they cold?
[00:34.280]god i hope so
[00:35.760]Because mine are so cold.That anytime someone touches them
[00:38.620]They ask me if something’s wrong
[00:40.590]I know that most people have walls but
[00:42.890]I just don’t think mine are the same
[00:44.360]You are hiding away,I am trying to escape,I am inside of a cave
[00:49.370]Trying to retain the memory of the last time
[00:51.710]that i saw the light of the day
[00:53.110]And i told you that where i am felt permanent
[00:56.350]And you told me to give it time because nothing is
[00:59.290]But the minute our hands touched i felt something click
[01:02.860]Because they were strong.With the force to dig your nails into the earth
[01:06.150]And make the world suddenly stop.And they were cold
[01:08.280]Like the metal gears and glass casing Constructing a clock
[01:11.320]And i know that i’m not moving fast enough
[01:14.590]I know that so much time has already passed us up
[01:16.640]And i know that it must be frustrating to stand in front
[01:20.040]Of someone who keeps promising you that they’ll get better
[01:21.960]Without the evidence to back it up.But you have to trust me
[01:25.490]The past is ugly
[01:26.940]But i’ll make it to the other side as long as i know
[01:28.880]That when i get there i’ll have somebody
[01:30.980]Please, i know that i can do this
[01:32.740]I just need another half a month.I can pull through this
[01:36.310]I just need our hands to touch
[02:03.000]You said that you would always look for me in the crowd
[02:07.130]With the same eagerness that a child sifts through the lost and found
[02:11.520]Searching for anything that felt missing
[02:14.640]Never considering what would happen the moment you stopped
[02:17.930]As if the moment you’re not looking for an object
[02:19.690]Is the moment it stops being lost
[02:21.700]I get it, you were cold
[02:23.770]But i wanted to be more than just a coat
[02:26.350]Clinging onto a body that i was never constructed to hold
[02:29.430]Or a mirror to look into when your reflection
[02:32.020]Stopped looking like a person that you know
[02:34.090]I know that you know the feeling of new clothes
[02:37.080]But do you know what it’s like
[02:38.670]To sit at the bottom of a box every night
[02:40.910]Replaying the fantasy of cold hands reaching inside
[02:44.610]To take you home
[02:59.780]You said you felt lost when you were found out
[03:07.180]The death of our hands on your couch
[03:15.250]Was the birth of discovery
[03:19.220]That someone elses hands
[03:23.080]Could feel cold
[03:32.140]And in that sudden rush
[03:36.730]I thought of all the hands
[03:40.120]That could help me build a home
[03:47.980]And none of them looked like yours