Hip Hatchet
Second Pair of Hands
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
From Paroles Mania