Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Patient Hands, artist - Troubled Coast. Album song I've Been Thinking About Leaving You, in the genre ПанкDate of issue: 16.01.2012
Record label: Pure Noise
Song language: English
Patient Hands |
| I want to know where the summer ends |
| September came with oceans between words and sleep |
| September shed its skin of still hush, patient hands |
| Young men Edmonton bound with young wives |
| Edmonton bound |
| Head pressed against her chest |
| Bottles grow in the dirt and rest between your ribs |
| Still I toss and turn at night in a winter bed |
| While dreamcatchers spun in twine spin above my bed |
| You’ve been writing out the past couple hundred years for the middle class |
| About the god you found beneath your sheets |
| How she never could hold her drink |
| I won’t write a thing for you |
| And now I see you in the places I don’t believe exist |
| And can not face yet, can’t accept |
| Its something like the cold, uncatching words |
| We use to read to one another |
| October came in dingy scarfs, black shades |
| Gloves under beds with boyhood dreams |
| A razor blade drug in unsure lines after missing mass again and feeling fine |
| A rising fear of the afterlife |
| A growing knot in my spine from slouching towards recluse |
| Keep me awake at night |
| Do you hear a still, small voice or catching nothingness |
| When you pray for |
| Head clasped between my knees |
| The night before is pushing through my throat and down onto the floor |
| While you’re somewhere in between the warmth and frigid depth of his mind and |
| heart |
| November came and I never woke |
| Let me clarify, I tried to wake |
| But voices in my head said stay asleep. |
| Do you hear them too? |
| And now I see you in the places I don’t believe exist |
| And can not face yet, can’t accept |
| It’s something like the cold, uncatching words |
| We use to read to one another |
| We jumped a fence only to find that home wasn’t close at all |
| Our bodies became space-lost-ships like cosmonauts drunk and alone |
| From here it seems we’re doing fine |
| From here it seems we’re never coming home again |
| I’ll be there when you break and when you’re crumbling |
| When you crack, fall apart, don’t tell me you’re okay |
| Don’t tell me you’re okay |
| And now I see you in the places I don’t believe exist |
| As the winter Earth spins on its side |
| Hands under gloves cupped under heavy eyes |
| It’s something like the cold, uncatching words |
| We use to read to one another |
| December came without snow and the acute absence of me and you |
| And now I see you, now I understand |
| December became disingenuous the day you were born |