Testo di Hands

Mourning dove i think you're out of luck You know that putting the card face down is part of the game It feels like love and it fits like a glove But when you cut off all of the fingers, it's not the same Wait for a better hand to play Oh, i'm tired of waiting for something to shake We're better than this Oh, i'm tired of writing for you to relate We're better than this If i'm better than this, why am i still around? The weekend comes like the summer is done It's a bittersweet reunion for the sour tongues They say a real man does his own stunts And to measure twice, then jump once I need to steady my hands if i wanna quit this race Oh, i'm tired of waiting for something to shake We're better than this Oh, i'm tired of writing for you to relate We're better than this I'm tired of waiting for something to shake If i'm better than this, why am i still around? I could blame myself But i haven't made it yet Ready, set, hands down Oh, i'm tired of waiting for something to shake We're better than this Oh, i'm tired of writing for you to relate We're better than this I'm tired of waiting for something to shake If i'm better than this, why am i still around? Ready, set, hands down