Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slow Hands , by - Interpol. Song from the album Slow Hands, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 12.09.2004
Record label: Matador
Song language: English
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 place |
| 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’t you see what you’ve done to my heart |
| And soul? |
| This is a wasteland now |
| We spies |
| Yeah, we slow hands |
| 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 |