Pland for Hands Songtext

I tell you my life like a playwright,
Filling you in on all the characters and my relation to their plot lines.
I know you don’t care half the time but I keep the script alive
In hopes that one day you’ll let me write you in.

Picture you and me in the dark-
Biting lips and racing hearts.
Hands, hands, oh my hands.
They’ve got all of these plans.