Both Hands

<br>I am walking<br>out in the rain<br>and I am listening to the low moan<br>of the dial tone again<br>and I am getting<br>nowhere with you<br>and I can`t let it go<br>and I can`t get through...<br>the old woman behind the pink curtains<br>and the closed door<br>on the first floor<br>she`s listening through the air shaft<br>to see how long our swan song can last<br>and both hands<br>now use both hands<br>oh, no don`t close your eyes<br>I am writing<br>graffitti on your body<br>I am drawing the story of<br>how hard we tried<br>I am watching your chest rise and fall<br>like the tides of my life,<br>and the rest of it all<br>and your bones have been my bedframe<br>and your flesh has been my pillow<br>I am waiting for sleep<br>to offer up the deep<br>with both hands<br>in eachother`s shadows we grew less and less tall<br>and eventually our theories couldn`t explain it all<br>and I`m recording our history now on the bedroom wall<br>and eventually the landlord will come<br>and paint over it all<br>and I am walking<br>out in the rain<br>and I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again<br>and I am getting nowhere with you<br>and I can`t let it go<br>and I can`t get though<br>So now use both hands<br>please use both hands<br>oh, no don`t close your eyes<br>I am writing graffitti on your body<br>I am drawing the story of how hard we tried<br>hard we tried<br>how hard we tried