Saturday Looks Good To Me - Whitey Hands lyrics

Sing into your hands 'til everybody understands Exactly how you feel Springs of silver sound dripping from your fingers down Dripping from your fingers now Hang your armor out Stretch your arms above the clouds Let your love be loud Let your body be a house Let your cries drown out the crowds I can hear your heavy shouts I can hear you handing down anything you want (You can hand them anything you want) Any handsome oblivious song (grinning like a jack-o-lantern Candy hands on Halloween The halo hanging round your head was just the way it felt You can make believe it or just keep it to yourself Show it to your mother or just throw it down a well Until it's sticking to your fingers And the skin around your cli*oris The ever-present evidence for everybody else Dying with a million little invisible cells Show it to your lover or just throw it down the well) Every wordless voice and what they want to sing to me Never said a thing to me The billboards made me ill But I bought it still Their nauseating symmetry At the end of everything we was Hold your hands up And let that be our love.