Lyrics Stop Talking - The Walkmen

Stop Talking

My hands
Come together
And I draw in the breath through my teeth
Your curt shots
Sarcastic remarks
Come so often
TheyЂ™re never sincere
Darker amusement sets in
ThatЂ™s the problem
YouЂ™re saying something and my eyes
Open wider
And we grin and we stare at the floor
Your jokes missed
Your hands grow to fists
And your lips purse
Expecting the worst
With every word
ThatЂ™s how it started
ThatЂ™s the problem
And after weЂ™re done
I can still feel your eyes on my forehead
And after weЂ™re done
I can still feel the pain in my free time