The Wrong Hands Songtext
von Jens Lekman

I still wear these worn out jeans
I have to wear long johns underneath
Down by the harbor there′s a cool, cool breeze
If you've ever wondered if oceans can freeze
The strings on my father′s old guitar
The position of the northern star
The clock-like beat of a budgie's heart
Tick-tick-tick, now they know where you are
I'll try the light therapy
From the Xerox machine


The gentle beat of a tambourine
And it′s not like I can′t stand
To see you with another man
I just don't wanna see good love
Fall into the wrong hands
Behind the cranes there′s a pretty sunset
The water chimes like tiny bells
I feel the warmth in this cigarette
But everything else
And it's not like I can′t stand

To see you with another man
I just don't wanna see good love
Fall into the wrong hands