Weak Hands Songtext
von Westerman

Long leg, short leg
Sweetbread? Po-faced
Whose place? Weak hands, embrace
Weekend disgrace
Jump on my grave, weak hands, embrace

Every time I′ve run too soon, reminded of it
I am always, "Look at you running, my friend, to that desert in the sky"
To your defense, our journey starts before we're even here
My dear, my hologram, my lord of mirrors
It′s coming
Waiting to be let down

Long leg, short leg
You can't always save face
It's bound to fade
It′s how it′s made
Jump on my grave, weak hands, embrace


Every time I've run too soon, reminded of it
I am always, "Look at you running, my friend, to that desert in the sky"
To your defense, our journey starts before we′re even here
My dear, my hologram, my lord of mirrors
It's coming
Waiting to be let down

Long leg, short leg
Sweetbread? Po-faced
Whose place? Weak hands, embrace
Weekend disgrace
Jump on my grave, weak hands, embrace

Every time I′ve run too soon, reminded of it
I am always, "Look at you running, my friend, to that desert in the sky"
To your defense, our journey starts before we're even here
My dear, my hologram, my lord of mirrors
It′s coming
You're waiting to be let down