Lonely Hands Songtext
von aKING

I pulled a few faster ones
This time I′ll stick around
Sister, I've shut my mouth off
I apologize
The disappointments repeatedly
I am well aware
And my observations lack insight
Much like my conversations
My motivations run dry

Breaking to the distance
I′ll wear my shame in my sleeve
Shaking in resistance
Trying not to make a scene
Only lonely hearts know
Where lonely hands go


I've played a few good hands
This long line of bad blood
Hangs like a noose I wear with pride
I apologize
The degradation of being meek
I am well aware
It's sufficed to say that a lack of foresight
Is debilitating
This beholder is blind

Breaking to the distance
I′ll wear my shame in my sleeve
Shaking in resistance
Trying not to make a scene
Only lonely hearts know
Where lonely hands go

Excuse the mess, excuse the awkwardness
I know you′re not impressed
Regardless of my attempt to
Straighten out a little
My absence of hope
Is second only to my absence of will


Breaking to the distance
I'll wear my shame in my sleeve
Shaking in resistance
Trying not to make a scene
Breaking to the distance
I′ll wear my shame in my sleeve
Shaking in resistance
Trying not to make a scene