Both Hands

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I am walking out in the rain

and I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again

and I am getting nowhere with you

and I can't let it go and I can't get through

the old woman behind the pink curtains

and the closed door on the first floor

she's listening through the air shaft

to see how long our swan song can last

and both hands, now use both hands

oh, no, don't close your eyes

I am writing grafitti on your body

I am drawing the story of

how hard we tried

how hard we tried

and I am watching your chest rise and fall

like the tides of my life and the rest of it all

and your bones have been my bedframe and your flesh has been my pillow

I am waiting for sleep to offer up the deep with both hands
oh, with both hands

but in each other's shadow we grew less and less tall
and eventually our theory's gonna explain it all
and I'm recording our history on the bedroom wall
and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all

I am walking out in the rain

and I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again

and I am getting nowhere with you

and I can't let it go and I can't get through

and both hands, now use both hands

oh, no, don't close your eyes

I am writing grafitti on your body

I am drawing the story of

how hard we tried

how hard we tried