Two Hands

You somehow let me down Both hands And a gentleman You could not take me through New plans Tell me whose New friends I can make some too I know You somehow took me in Both arms The marked-up skin Two hands Places you have been That I needed And the more that we try To figure through the answers To repeat ourselves To deny, deny Now you call my bluff All clear And you get so rough Stone-faced in the light The air And the jagged bite Cold air The wisdom of the night Between us And the more that we try To figure through the answers To repeat ourselves To deny, deny To deny, deny, deny Somehow we exist In the folds And now we'll kiss Both hands The mystery before us She's reaching But I could not take you through New plans I'll tell you New friends You can make some too I know --- Two Hands - Big Thief