Slow Hands

Slow Hands
Yeah, but nobody searches
Nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you've wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
And I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a violet blaze

Can't you see what you've done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies
We slow hands
Put the weights around yourself
We spies, oh yeah
We slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself now
I submit my incentive is romance
I watched the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice because the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms and grace
I just go crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you
Can you see what you've done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies, yeah
We slow hands
You put the weights around yourself
We spies, oh yeah
We slow hands
Killer, for hire you know not yourself

We spies
We slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies, oh yeah
We slow hands
We retire like nobody else
We spies
Intimate slow hands killer
For hire you know not yourself
We spies
Intimate slow hands
You let the face slap around herself
La canción 'Slow Hands' de Interpol es una reflexión melancólica sobre el amor perdido y la introspección emocional. Con su letra poética, la banda nos sumerge en un mundo donde la búsqueda de afecto parece ser en vano y la soledad se convierte en una constante...