domingo, 17 de agosto de 2008

Slow Hands

Yeah, but nobody searches
And nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you've wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
Then I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me [Yesterday]
Dissipate in a violet blaze

Can't you see what you've done to my heart and soul?
This is a wasteland now

We spies, we slow hands
You put the weights around yourself
We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself now

I submit my incentive is romance
I watch the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice 'cause the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms and grace
I just feel crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar [Come what may]
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you

Can't you see what you've done to my heart and soul?
This is a wasteland now

We spies, yeah we slow handsY
ou put the weights around yourself
We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands
Killer for hire, you know not yourself

We spies, we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands
We retire like nobody else

We spies, intimate slow hands
Killer for hire, you know not yourself
We spies, intimate slow hands
You let the face slap around the self

Paul Banks
Interpol

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