Both Hands

I am walking out in the rain
And I am listening to the low moan
Of the dial tone again
And I am getting
Nowhere with you
And I can't let it go
And I can't get through
And the old woman behind the pink curtains and the closed door
On the first floor
She's listening through the air shaft
To see how long our swan song can last
And both hands
Now use both hands
Oh, no don't close your eyes
I am writing
Graffiti on your body
I am drawing the story of
How hard we tried
How hard we tried

And I am watching your chest rise and fall
Like the tides of my life
And the rest of it all
And your bones have been my bedframe
And your flesh has been my pillow
I have been waiting for sleep
To offer up the deep with both hands
Oh oh in both hands

In each other's shadows we grew less and less tall
And eventually our theories couldn't explain it all
I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall
And when we leave the landlord will come paint over it all

And I am walking out in the rain
And I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again
And I am getting nowhere with you
And I can't let it go
And I can't get through

Both hands
Now use both hands
Oh, no don't close your eyes
I am writing graffiti on your body
I am drawing the story of
How hard we tried
How hard we tried
How hard we tried
How hard we tried