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• Artiste: Hip Hatchet
• Titre: Second Pair of Hands
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Surrender your gaze to the wooden glow hardened and alive desperate and kind Crave your mother's comfort as i hold your breast near mine with bourbon on my sigh my fading hands will glide Up your desperate body that is held above the floor by the place i lay my head my neck and weary core The silver trees we walk beneath have lost their simple worth as they watch us talk and stumble anticipate and curse Turn your house into a cage so i can think of her speak to other women and sink into the earth But you are not my second pair of hands the morning will arrive with fury and demands Let our vulgar warmth confide in simple lust breathe between our teeth and the fire in our lungs Sit below the earth with my brother in disgust as a column of light descends and dances with the dust Sitting on the floor that is covered in our filth watching as the walls melt separate and tilt They have seen me at my worst and staring at the sky begging for your body and hoping for your time And I apologize for the way i spoke to you the drink pulls my cheeks upwards there's not much i can do But you are not my second pair of hands the morning will arrive with fury and demands Let our vulgar warmth confide in simple lust breathe between our teeth and the fire in our lungs