Hands

[Verse 1]
Extend it and get what you can
Risk the burning of your own
Flip it up to a stranger to let her read your palm
Sweat the words that fall like toy pianos

[Verse 2]
Wave from out your window at the one you love the most
Wring your bones as he turns to touch another
These are the things that mine have done
These are the things that mine have done

[Chorus]
You shake
You hold
They catch you in a stumble
They quake
They fold
Hands will let you down

[Verse 3]
One can make a dollar, in red, sign out the soul
Two can make the promise of a gesture
One can make a collar with a grip about the throat
Rub your back while his brother fakes a pistol

[Outro]
These are the things I know are done
These are the things I know are done