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both handsi am walking out in the rain i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again i am getting nowhere with you i can't let it go and i can't get through the old woman behind the pink curtains and the closed door on the first floor she's listening through the airshaft to see how long our swan song can last both hands now use both hands no don't close your eyes i am writing graffiti on your body i am drawing the story of how hard we tried i am watching your chest rise and fall like the tides of my life and the rest of it all your bones have been my bed frame and your flesh has been my pillow i've been waiting for sleep to offer up the deep with both hands in each other's shadow we grew less and less tall and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all so i'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all © 1990 ani difranco / righteous babe music |
