Lyrics Slow Hands - Silkworm

Slow Hands

Got down on the subway with my oldest friend Jean-Luc
Commemorated the occasion with his gin and my juice
«Luke, you got me thinking, you’re drunk all the time»
«No,» with a chuckle, «I'm not drunk I feel so fine»
Stuck there on the D train where it heads above ground
Into a scene of blasted buildings
Where the drunks go to fall down
Staring out the window asked about Secona Lee
«Luke, do me a favor, never mention that to me»
He’s still staring out the window as I pat myself on the back feel a little
Better 'cause I’ll never end like that
But you know our only difference
He gets drunk while I chase fame
Just like Luke
In the evening, there’s no one to say my name
Lay it down in full view