Palm Reader Songtext
von Fading Signal

Walk around with fingers clenched
Lines where my nails dig in
I don′t need a mystic to count my misfortunes

You don't want to read my mind
You won′t like what you find
There's no need to look between the lines

You couldn't count my failures on twenty hands


How many ways can I say
"Eighteen held better days"
But they were long ago, and they are far away

Correcting course again
I guess that in a sense
I′ve lost my innocence

Finding new ways of getting lost again

You don′t want to read my mind
You won't like what you find