Bob Tilton - Palm Reading lyrics

Two hands built a room, your name mispelt on every stone. Dead son built a room, your name mispelt on every stone. I beat my head on every wall until I learned to steal back caution. Caution stolen from the wind and buried in my backyard, wrapped around a heart, tied with string and buried in my backyard. I hoped a tree would grow there. Boarded windows stole the view of every tree that touched the sky. I stayed indoors and tried to wash the carpets clean. I couldn't get the blood out. And he said, "Wear my distance like a new skin. Show me palms that only push away."