Текст песни Bent Knee - These Hands

Текст:

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? 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.

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