Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bare Hands, artist - PUP. Album song Morbid Stuff, in the genre ПанкDate of issue: 04.04.2019
Record label: BMG Rights Management (US), Pup, Rise
Song language: English
Bare Hands |
| Cut me lose in mid-September |
| I was out of my element |
| Started building up these walls |
| Keeping everybody outside of them |
| Like bare hands holding on to the wire |
| Weeks pass, the earth is turning |
| Things start swimming into focus |
| And now I’m rolling your words through my cheeks |
| Like a mouth full of poison |
| I watch it all go up in the fire |
| You were feeling lonely, and you called me |
| Hoping I’d be home |
| You’re like a bad trip or a sick habit |
| I should’ve left it alone |
| You were feeling lonely, takin advantage |
| Knowing I wouldn’t say no |
| You’re just a bad trip, I can’t help it |
| Wake up alone now it’s December |
| There’s snow out in the yard |
| A cold wind cutting through my jacket |
| As I drift up the boulevard |
| That sinking feeling creeping in again |
| No matter what I try |
| N I’m just waiting for a signal |
| I’m just staring down at my |
| Bare hands holding on to the wire |
| Good lord, I’m worn out, you know I’m always tired |
| Bare hands holding on to the wire |
| Yeah I’m always tired |