human hands

i've been talking to the wall and it's been answering me

oh darling how i miss you

i'm just the mere shadow of my former selfishness

i crave the silhouette of your kiss

with only the blue light of the tv on

lip reading threats and false alarms

there's a boy somewhere holding hands with himself

and a girl in a window on the reeperbarn

whenever i put my foot in my mouth and you begin to doubt

that it's you that i'm dreaming about

do i have to draw you a diagram?

all i ever want is just to fall into your human hands

with the kings and queens of the dance hall craze

checkmate in three moves in your heyday

but the girls don't listen to your line anymore

now you're part of someone else

on the factory floor and you still say wheres the action?"