Two Hands

Two Hands Just like a Simpson’s sunset Everyone in town says hi Silken mist and golden rusty Smiling at the passersby I pull my pant legs high so I Don’t get caught in the quicksand Don’t know the reason why I feel Like I’m wading through some swampland Recommend a movie to ya Now I know I’m too sincere He’s no good at body language Ruining the atmosphere I pull my pant legs high so I Don’t get caught in the quicksand Don’t know the reason why I feel Like I’m wading through some swampland