Testo di These Hands

I see a man in the alley Hood hiding heaps of grief These supple hands are trembling Coat tails pass in the breeze I smell the fear in the alley Hood hiding heirlooms of class These tired hands are steady My fate is tied to the mast Every time I see you, I am not myself I am acting, smiling, I'm not one of them Will I teach my children how horrendous it feels To draw the line between skins? Ooh I hear my name in the alley Shouts flicker morse with the lights Shots fire for no reason Ghosts with their palms open wide Every time I see you, I am not myself I am acting, smiling, I'm not one of them Will I teach my children how horrendous it feels To draw the line between skins? A Dime I See I drop a dime in the alley Glimmers to bring him the news These steady hands are trying Though they've done nothing for you