Hands

Hands
Your hands at your side
Your eyes looking down
Smile slowly forming, I heard not a sound
The way oh, talk your hands
I took you by your hand, into another room
We talked about our fathers and lazy afternoons
The way oh, talk your hands

We spent some nights hiding in the sheets
Smoking cigarettes and letting our parts meet
The way oh, talk your hands
The way, oh
The way, oh
The way, oh
Talk your hands
Can see it in your smile
That thoughts of me are fading
When something inbetween us keeps me anticipating
The way oh, talk your hands
Your new man's coming home, and I'm left all alone
He's taken my crown, and taken my thrown
The way oh, talk your hands
Now I'm left where, I first saw your face
Still living in the time
Still living in the place
The way oh, talk your hands.
The way, oh
The way, oh
The way, oh
Talk your hands
The way, oh
The way, oh
The way, oh
Talk your hands
The way, oh
The way, oh
The way, oh
Talk your hands