Both Hands

I am writing graffiti on your body
And I am watching your chest
To see how long our swan song can last
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried

And I am walking out in the rain
I am watching your chest rise and fall
And I can't let it go and I can't get through
And I am getting nowhere with you
I've waiting for sleep to offer up the deep
Oh, no don't close your eyes

And I am getting nowhere with you

And your bones have been my bed frame
And both hands, now use both hands
And the closed door on the first floor

I am drawing the story of how hard we tried, how hard we tried
And I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall
I am writing graffiti on your body
And I can't let it go and I can't get though
In each other's shadows we grew less and less tall
And when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all
And eventually our theories couldn't explain it all
Like the tides of my life and the rest of it all
And I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again

Both hands, now use both hands
And your flesh has been my pillow

And the old woman behind the pink curtains
With both hands, with both hands
She's listening through the air shaft
Oh, no don't close your eyes