Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hungry Hands , by - The American Scene. Song from the album Safe for Now, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 06.08.2012
Record label: Pure Noise
Song language: English
Hungry Hands |
| You’re calm and cutting |
| I’m speaking softly in your passenger seat |
| On the finger points of deceiving, withholding, and the difference between |
| You crack a window, clear the air, meet quiet words with empty stares |
| I ask a god I don’t know to get us home before this car explodes |
| We smoked and burned black |
| Dripped like wax from the devil’s hands that pooled into something I’m told |
| resembled dishonesty |
| And with each word I stacked on top of the last I could feel you pulling so |
| slow and so steady away from me |
| Don’t put me away with your crossed out days and filled up spiral notebooks |
| Carefully placed on shelves in case you should care to take a new look |
| Your hungry hands held a home over my head, ripped at my clothes, |
| pushed into bed |
| We made so many ways to help ourselves forget |
| We smoked and burned black |
| Dripped like wax from the devil’s hands that pooled into something I’m told |
| resembled dishonesty |
| And with each word I stacked on top of the last I could feel you pulling so |
| slow and so steady away from me |
| Don’t be so sure that I’m overlooking details |
| Don’t be so sure I’ve got nothing left to say |