Hands 2005
I’m just another brick in the stonework, as you have roses in your hand. You hit your wrists to you hips and we glaze, your eyes are like a tabloid newspaper and it’s screaming your headline ‘the award goes to you, the master of disguise’. It’s either now or never, but if I had just one more lie left,I’d use your excuse. Because who likes a broken heart? The answer is always just because. Just because. Because.
