The Hands Lyrics

Please get yourself out of my dreams,
So I can finally find sleep
and the skin that's draped over these bones,
will crawl its way to the vacant spots on the bedroom floor.

And when they finally came for me,
I had nothing to say except:

I, I am fresh from the guillotine.
And when her hands dropped down,
I don't know what came over me and you.
You only want to tear me apart,
but it's not like I blame her.

We'll slow down, just enough to catch my breath.
I don't want to hear a word.

And how long did it take,
just to stop my hands from shaking when I'm next to you?
And you know…

We've put our tongues to sleep,
let our hands carry the conversation.
And it says…

I, I am fresh from the guillotine.
And when her hands dropped down,
I don't know what came over me and you.
You only want to tear me apart,
but it's not like I blame her.

If I knew it was the last time that I got to see your face
I would've nailed both our hands to the floor.
And if we decide to end this then I might as well just die.
We both know I can't stand on my own.

So we crash and burst towards that hard wood floor
whats the head board good for (?)
[x2]

If I knew it was the last time that I got to see your face
I would've nailed both our hands to the floor.
And if we decide to end this then I might as well just die.
We both know I can't stand on my own.