Kid Gloves

Listen to the sounds of ringing out around you

These are the cries of the dying beat

Politics of hate you'd never get around to

Blood over brains that we never need

I saw you in the back, studied and relaxed

Fixed in the post like a silent stone

Serenity in tact, it's the feeling that I lack

Life in the floors of a stable home

I can trace you on paper like a sketch of a smell

You're what breath to a runner in contest

In close to the nerve, but you rest so far away

And I have to give it up someday

Every time I close my eyes, I see you in front of me

Pretending in a love like this

I have no choice but to put you in back of me

Don't cover my footsteps

Dead weight all right, I know you're no good for me

Dead weight all right, I know you're no righteous leader

You're dead weight all right, that's fine, you get your hands off me

You have to touch me with kid gloves

You have to touch me with kid gloves

By me to the wind, you talk me out of standstill

I never felt so alive at once

Finger to the quick, yes I can feel your hand still

Pressed to the drain of the common months

Cheer me up, cheer me, up I'm a miserable fuck

Cheer me up, cheer me, up I'm a tireless boy

Cheer me up, cheer me, I'm invisibly stuck all in myself

You sound of vanity whore

Beause it's race and it's power at the center of life

We abide to the people who need us

But you're the kind of person who could understand that fault

And I hope to measure you someday

Every time I close my eyes, I see you in front of me

Pretending in a love like this

I have no choice but to put you in back of me

Don't cover my footsteps

Dead weight all right, I know you're no good for me

Dead weight all right, I know you're no righteous leader

Dead weight all right, that's fine, you get your hands off me

You have to touch me with kid gloves

You have to touch me with kid gloves

Cheer me up, cheer me, up I'm a miserable fuck

Cheer me up, cheer me, up I'm a tireless boy

Cheer me up, cheer me, I'm invisibly stuck all in myself

You sound of vanity whore

When you compromise yourself like that

It's dead occasion

So even on friendship (?)

Dead weight all right, I know you're no good for me

Dead weight all right, I know you're no righteous leader

Dead weight all right, that's fine, you get your hands off me

You have to touch me with kid gloves

You have to touch me with kid gloves