Long Hands

Every face in this place
Has got something to hide
I've been thinking a lot
About where I call home
And every square inch of space
In this room is occupied
And in a crowd this size
You're always alone

Sifting between every crack
In all those translucent social panes
Out the window in the back
Where you watch the outside world play
And you're busting at the seams
Just to go against the grain
But you can't find it in yourself
And so you go ahead and play their game

Oh yeah but
There used to be a place
You could go to be yourself
'Til the people you knew there
All found better shit to do
And they sold their dreams
For a box of sleeping pills
And their only real thrill
Is hitting snooze
In the afternoon

Oh it's fine
No, really
It's been an okay day
I'm living slow
So I don't mind
Yeah, I can hardly
Feel the time fade away
It's like watching the long hands
On the clock
At school or work
Time passes us by
Like I was younger
When I sang those words

Aw hell—
Yeah!

(Slow role
Getting older
How do you get that
Chip off your shoulder?)



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Smith
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link