Both Hands

I am walking out in the rain And I am listening to the low moan Of the dial tone again And I am getting Nowhere with you And I can't let it go And I can't get through And the old woman behind the pink curtains and the closed door On the first floor She's listening through the air shaft To see how long our swan song can last And both hands Now use both hands Oh, no don't close your eyes I am writing Graffiti on your body I am drawing the story of How hard we tried How hard we tried And I am watching your chest rise and fall Like the tides of my life And the rest of it all And your bones have been my bedframe And your flesh has been my pillow I have been waiting for sleep To offer up the deed with both hands Oh oh with both hands In each other's shadows we grew less and less tall And eventually our theories couldn't explain it all And I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall And when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all And I am walking out in the rain And I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again And I am getting nowhere with you And I can't let it go And I can't get through And both hands Please use both hands Oh, no don't close your eyes I am writing graffiti on your body I am drawing the story of How hard we tried Hard we tried How hard we tried