Philip Guston lyrics

The hand, the hand The hand, the hand The hand, the hand Thoughts of another finger Typing down into a cellar The line, the line The line, the line The line, the line The line, the line The line, the line The line, the line The line, the line The line, the line A fame, a fame, a fame for nothing Pile, pile of cherries And oh, I shouldn't think Like gravity Bad habits Bad habits Bad habits Bad habits