Hands

Hands

Zipped up to the chin these shades still cover half my eyes

My jacket is way too thin each curve will strike a nerve in your dirty mind

You’re hiding in the dark until your greed and heart collide

Like predator and prey, I’d rather stay far out of sight

Keep your hands to yourself and get off this carousel

Don’t pull the trigger with those tall and sticky fingers like that

Keep your hands to yourself

Somewhere along the line you’ve lost the common sense in life

When moonlight hits the sky and half the world will take a leap

I’m on my way back home around the hour of the wolf and his sheep

The beast that catches up will print his claws into my skin

And whisper icy words to fill my body with his sin

Keep your hands to yourself and get off this carousel

Don’t pull the trigger with those cold and sticky fingers like that

Keep your hands to yourself

Somewhere along the line, you’ve lost the common sense in life

You’re in over your head, with a wild silhouette,

make my heart drop to the ground, while you roll your windows down

Stains on your shirt and something up your sleeve

Oh it hurts to be the thieve of your fantasies

You’re in over your head, with a wild silhouette,

make my heart drop to the ground, while you roll your windows down

Stains on your shirt and something up your sleeve

Oh it hurts to be the thieve of your fantasies

Keep your hands to yourself