Brooke Waggoner. Come Love, See My Hands. Zeneszám

Yeh I put on a shirt and I flirt with my own reflection
I've no companion
Yeh my toes are sleepy, my eyes are weepy, they fell out
And I shoved them in the spout

And I'd sing
Ooo ooo ooo ooo

Yeh I pull off my limbs, give 'em to the wind in silence
I've no defiance
Yeh my legs are weak, my lips won't speak I twist them
And rudely kiss them

And I don't know why I write this
And scratch it on the back of your books
Yeh I don't know why I sketch you
And waste it on the edge o' ya looks
I don't know why I plant these
And fashion them from slices of earth
I guess I'm slave to the spirit
Of needing to create and give birth

And we all sing
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
And come love, see my hands
Come love, see my hands
Come love, see my hands
Oh come on, and see my hands