Shaped Like Hands

Lines in the sand

Shaped like hands

To lift us up

On our broken legs

But it's not enough

And we lose our heads

Dropped from the sky

It burned our eyes

Made us think for ourselves at last

And take some steps

To put a knife in the past

Need to change where we're going

And to drop the stones we're throwing

And move out of the world and watch the glass house crumble

And what remains

Is the stuff that sticks around and dirties haloes

Stopped to watch the rain

But we fell asleep and woke up near the window

I won't complain

We press our tongues to the pane

We laugh at the ones on the train

We beat them at their own game

Headache, sunburn, nosebleed, your turn

Tongue tied, shut down

Yeah, there's enough to go around

So then, good luck

Please don't give up

Build them, burn them

And press them into little squares

As the world turned, we were dreaming about our brains

And how they made us think and twitch and look away

So we stepped back into the shoes we wore that day

And find we're better off now, no matter what they say

Look into through window

Of a pale run down car

With the wind in my eyes, there is a burn on my cheek

And a package in my arms

The world looks pretty blurry

My eyes are tired these days

The sun looks like butter on an infinite plane

And I wish it would melt away

Okay, now