Slow Hands

Yeah, but nobody searches

And nobody cares somehow

When the loving that you've wasted

Comes raining from a hapless cloud

And I might stop and look upon your face

Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze

See the living that surrounds me (yesterday)

Dissipate in a violet blaze

Can't you see what you've done to my heart and soul?

This is a wasteland now

We spies, we slow hands

You put the weights around yourself

We spies, oh, yeah, we slow hands

You put the weights all around yourself now

I submit my incentive is romance

I watch the pole dance of the stars

We rejoice 'cause the hurting is so painless

From the distance of passing cars

But I am married to your charms and grace

I just feel crazy like the good old days

You make me want to pick up a guitar (come what may)

And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you

Can't you see what you've done to my heart and soul?

This is a wasteland now

We spies, yeah we slow hands

You put the weights around yourself

We spies, oh, yeah, we slow hands

Killer for hire, you know not yourself

We spies, we slow hands

You put the weights all around yourself

We spies, oh, yeah, we slow hands

We retire like nobody else

We spies, intimate slow hands

Killer for hire, you know not yourself

We spies, intimate slow hands

You let the face slap around the self