Feed Me With Your Hands

I'd walk into traffic with both my eyes closed

If you were driving towards me on the high road

And you wouldn't see me coming

And I'd roll right over your windshield

Right into the back seat of your mom's Toyota

We wouldn't tell her nothing, no

But we'd pull right over and stare at each other

Through the reflections of the rear view

You'd be the stick in my spokes

Like all the honey I've been choking on

You stopped me in my tracks

Just when I thought I was moving on

And I would climb onto your mountaintop

With no rope, no stair, no vine

And we could stay awake for weeks on end

Start forgetting how to close our eyes

Feed me with your hands, I'll feed you with mine

And I'd drown in the river if you were at the bottom

Fill my throat with pebbles and pour sand in my pockets

Whatever makes it quicker, whatever helps me get to you, dear

Oh, and we could build a life there

Down in the estuary, living among the fishes

And we could start a family

And we could raise our children

And they will guide us to the surface

You'd still be the stick in my spokes

Like all the honey I've been choking on

You stopped me in my tracks

Just when I thought I was moving on

We'll start looking like each other

Through everyone else's eyes

Find out that growing old together

Happens one day at a time

Feed me with your hands

Oh, feed me with your hands

Feed me with your hands

I'll feed you with mine