Hands

(альбом: The Attractions Of Youth - 2017)

We watched the bands until the stars burn out the morning sky
You dragged me in became the skin that keeps me warm at night
All that you left me was a number, on the back of my hand

I kissed the poison on your lips till I was paralyzed
Now all the chemicals are burning right between my eyes
All that you left me was a number, on the back of my hand
I got nothing

So I've been walking I'm gonna find you
Through every backstreet I will run through
I count the days till I can bring you home
Your hand in my hand

Lets slip away I know a place some where outside of town
I lost your grip out in the rain amongst the raging crowd
And all your numbers started fading, from the back of my hand
I got nothing

So I've been walking I'm gonna find you
Through every backstreet I will run though
I count the days till I can bring you home
Your hand in my hand, yeah

Woohoo woohoo yeah...
Till I can bring you home
Woohoo woohoo yeah...
Sill I can bring you home

So I've been walking I'm gonna find you
Through every backstreet I will run through
I count the days till I can bring you home
Your hand in my hand