Hands Like Houses
Hands Like Houses
Hands Like Houses
Hands Like Houses
Hands Like Houses
Hands Like Houses
Hands Like Houses
Hands Like Houses
Hands Like Houses
Hands Like Houses
Hands Like Houses
[Verse 1]
I'm down below, where the floor is out of focus
Pent up and played down, rained in and worn out
Picking away at the studs in the boards
They're all too familiar, I've been here before
[Pre-Chorus]
The air is like lead and I've swallowed what I've said
I'm a broken machine, I'm a match already burned
And I'm quiet, all despite the raging in my head
Collapsed inside and out until my strength can return
[Chorus]
I'm undone
All I know is the weight of the world
So empty and so uninspired
Sorrow and sleep and disbelief
Caught up in the weight of the world
[Verse 2]
I'm down below, where it's silent and it's safe
Resounding with the question of "Where to, from here?"
I know my direction, I know what it takes
But I'm weak and I'm weightless with everything to fear
[Pre-Chorus]
I'll write about what's real to me when all I feel is make believe
But I won't say there's nothing left
There's everything, but just out of reach
[Chorus]
I'm undone
All I know is the weight of the world
So empty and so uninspired
Sorrow, and sleep and disbelief
Caught up in the weight of the world
[Bridge]
But I'm not helpless (I'm not helpless)
I'm not hopeless (I'm not hopeless)
But I don't believe in hope on its own
No spine and no substance
[Chorus]
I'm undone
All I know is the weight of the world
So empty and so uninspired
Sorrow and sleep and disbelief
Caught up in the weight of the world
[Outro]
It's time to see the floor sink around me
Pushed down with my two bare hands and
Now I'm stronger for whatever comes
Let the blood rush as I rise to my feet
Weight (Undone) was written by Matt Parkitny & Trenton Woodley & Matt Cooper (Guitarist) & Alex Pearson & Joel Tyrrell & Jamal Sabet & Erik Ron.
Weight (Undone) was produced by James Paul Wisner.
Hands Like Houses released Weight (Undone) on Wed Jul 17 2013.
“Weight” is about exactly that: the physical feeling of collapse when things become too much. For me, it is an expression more than necessarily being a discussion. It’s about picking yourself up but not on false premises. Empty hope to me is pointless. I know things will be better, but for me I need...