Your Hands

Mass romantic fool wears Foster Grants



His books on tape ring true



Like everyone wants to say "I love you" To someone on the radio, radio



The first voice in the hollowed stars



Now the one true loves, and author of 



"My Life Among the Kids Who Go to Shows." 



This is not the way. 



In the streetlight dawn



In the streetlight dawn



This street turns on



Mass romantic fool, separated by sheets 



When the curtain calls you speaking



On the themes of stolen virtue 



Missing from the radio, radio



Now this romantic duel is into the streets



Bon appetit, you've eaten me alive you realize



This is not the way



In the streetlight dawn



This beat turns on



This boy's life among the electrical lights