I Don't Understand You
See her skin her hands are blistered,
Tongue so tied she speaks in whispers.
And it feels like something, something good,
And it feels just like, just like it should.
Just like it should.
This should be a time for grieving,
Help me god my heart is bleeding,
Please don't touch me when I'm screaming
And it feels like something, something good,
And it feels just like, just like it should.
Just like it should.
Hey boy let me look at your hands
Let me look at your face
Let me look at your inside
Hey boy let me look at you
Ubiquitous Hands
Meet me in the morning
At the bus stop
We'll ride into the town
Down to the square
To see the angel
See the angel in the fountain
Meet me in the morning
Meet me after daybreak
Tie your hair back
We'll drift into the crowd
Get lost among the loud
And they'll be singing
They'll be singing in our daydream
When we're tired we'll leave them all behind
And walk away
I love you
I love you
I love you a lot
Meet me in the courtyard
Where the saints pray
Musing in our stare
Still painfully aware
That there are others
Shoulds and woulds with names and faces
Close you eyes
And open up your mind
And hear me say
I love you
I love you
I love you a lot
See the angel
She's dancing in the water
Hear the angel
She's laughing in the water
Something in the way that you
Said you really felt that we could be
Good friends forever
..together for a long time