EXHIBITIONIST - Hands

Текст песни

I’ve been acting out, wasting all your time
You’ve been crashing at the hands of the devil
I’ve lost all the feeling in my toes
I’ve been making deals with the devil
If I could hold onto
The hope that you still
Want me, two weeks top
Then maybe, oh, I’ll fuck it up
If I could hold onto
The hope that you still
Want me, two weeks top
Then maybe, oh, I’ll fuck it
I’ve been saving face, changing all my clothes
Your hands reached deep
I start to fall
I just can’t stop wasting all your time
Our hands form lines, as we grow old
If I could hold onto
The hope that you still
Want me, two weeks top
Then maybe, oh, I’ll fuck it up
If I could hold onto
The hope that you still
Want me, two weeks top
Then maybe, oh, I’ll fuck it
If I could hold onto
You once more
I’ll say
I’ll need you
Hold onto