Lyrics Hands in Your Pockets - The Shacks, Listener

Hands in Your Pockets

Oh she turns over and over again burning
Or more glowing in that way
Let’s make a fire she said
And use our lives to fan the flames
It’s a privilege to see it happen
With full hands never still
On fire she moves with every turning
Backwards above the ground
While her husband lays there
Still pushing memories around
And all the corners in every town across the plains
The ants in East Texas plan their lives
In cities below the power lines
But we won’t ever know
About that thin wire
Little lightning pieces
Vibrating electric
It’s on that thin wire
We’re all enemy
All family
The sun is making dancers up ahead
Heating up as far as I can see
Is this the same way everywhere
The way the road can make a wave
Right in the middle of it all
It’s that kind of medicine
It’ll- oh it’ll work the same way every time and next time
All fingers pointing out the edge
You said to keep making it
Until something makes sense
It’s ok, no it’s not
It won’t stop moving
It’s always changing
Hold on
How does the future ever get made
From what we say
But for action and grace
And the time that we make
Innocence and that is not
Insignificant
Out here huntin' for the start
But it’s just the opposite of that
Two hearts in the stands
Near the coast
Hold on hold on with your hands
Wherever you go
No matter where you go
Inside of you is home
Build it strong, keep us safe
That’s the way, grow it high
And every way, make a home
Keep us safe
They won’t ever know
About that thin wire
Little lightning pieces
Vibrating electric
On that thin wire
We’re all enemy
All family
It’s on that thin wire
We’re all holding onto
Moving back and forth
Vibrating electric
In the wind
On that thin wire
Little folded fingers
All family
Swaying back and forth
Vibrating electric in the wind
On that thin wire
Little folded fingers
On that old wire
We’re all enemy
All family