Christopher Walla My Hands Lyrics

If you could see it through lath and plaster walls -
From deck, through door, to hall -
You'd know this is a call to you, to you.

If I could exit I'd be an angel where I could see,
Instead of stare. I hate to stare.

I bet I'll be d___ed, and I'm sorry that I stole,
But I bet I'll be d___ed.

My airport weakness: I'm so obsessed with flight.
I could leave this town tonight.
If my credit was alright, I'm gone.

Did you misread me?
I broke that afternoon and fully wrecked my room.
I bit my nails all down for you,
And my hands have never looked this bad.

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