Unkle Stiltskin

Shaped Like Hands
Lines in the sand Shaped like hands To lift us up On our broken legs But it's not enough And we lose our heads Dropped from the sky It burned our eyes Made us think for ourselves at last And take some steps To put a knife in the past Need to change where we're going And to drop the stones we're throwing And move out of the world and watch the glass house crumble And what remains Is the stuff that sticks around and dirties haloes Stopped to watch the rain But we fell asleep and woke up near the window I won't complain We press our tongues to the pane We laugh at the ones on the train We beat them at their own game SongtexteHeadache, sunburn, nosebleed, your turn Tongue tied, shut down Yeah, there's enough to go around So then, good luck Please don't give up Build them, burn them And press them into little squares As the world turned, we were dreaming about our brains And how they made us think and twitch and look away So we stepped back into the shoes we wore that day And find we're better off now, no matter what they say Look into through window Of a pale run down car With the wind in my eyes, there is a burn on my cheek And a package in my arms The world looks pretty blurry My eyes are tired these days The sun looks like butter on an infinite plane And I wish it would melt away Okay, now Aus Songtexte Mania