In the clear you can hear the ocean
But every tide is washing up greater commotion
I admit I may have misspoken
But everything that you want is already broken
In the clear you can hear the ocean
Every tide is washing up greater commotion
I admit I may have misspoken
But everything that you want is already broken
These stranger’s hands
Wrapped round my sickly spine
In these troubled times I call out to you
What else can I do
But grow fat and rich off your currency
Oh, the pace I keep will catch up to me
Wait and see
It’s hard to see
And harder to breathe
Beneath the surf
Whatever sums
Whatever comes
It must converge
And under your dress
I may regress to infancy
And under, above
There is no love like lunacy
These stranger’s hands
Wrapped round my sickly spine
In these troubled times I call out to you
What else can I do
But grow fat and rich off that currency
The pace I keep will catch up to me
I’ll just wait and see
These stranger’s hands
Wrapped round my sickly spine
In these troubled times I call out to you
What else can I do
Grow fat and rich off that currency
Oh, the pace I keep will catch up to me
I’ll just wait and see
I admit I may have misspoken
But everything that you want is already broken
In the clear you can hear the ocean
Every tide is washing up greater commotion
Stranger Hands was written by Oscar Isaac & Nightlab.
Stranger Hands was produced by Nightlab.
Nightlab released Stranger Hands on Mon Aug 08 2011.