Whitey Hands Lyrics
| Song | Whitey Hands |
| Artist | Saturday Looks Good to Me |
| Album | Fill Up the Room |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thomas | |
| Sing into your hands 'til everybody understands | |
| Exactly how you feel | |
| Springs of silver sound dripping from your fingers down | |
| Dripping from your fingers now | |
| Hang your armor out | |
| Stretch your arms above the clouds | |
| Let your love be loud | |
| Let your body be a house | |
| Let your cries drown out the crowds | |
| I can hear your heavy shouts | |
| I can hear you handing down anything you want | |
| (You can hand them anything you want) | |
| Any handsome oblivious song | |
| (grinning like a jack-o-lantern | |
| Candy hands on Halloween | |
| The halo hanging round your head was just the way it felt | |
| You can make believe it or just keep it to yourself | |
| Show it to your mother or just throw it down a well | |
| Until it's sticking to your fingers | |
| And the skin around your clitoris | |
| The ever-present evidence for everybody else | |
| Dying with a million little invisible cells | |
| Show it to your lover or just throw it down the well) | |
| Every wordless voice and what they want to sing to me | |
| Never said a thing to me | |
| The billboards made me ill | |
| But I bought it still | |
| Their nauseating symmetry | |
| At the end of everything we was | |
| Hold your hands up | |
| And let that be our love. |
| zuo ci : Thomas | |
| Sing into your hands ' til everybody understands | |
| Exactly how you feel | |
| Springs of silver sound dripping from your fingers down | |
| Dripping from your fingers now | |
| Hang your armor out | |
| Stretch your arms above the clouds | |
| Let your love be loud | |
| Let your body be a house | |
| Let your cries drown out the crowds | |
| I can hear your heavy shouts | |
| I can hear you handing down anything you want | |
| You can hand them anything you want | |
| Any handsome oblivious song | |
| grinning like a jackolantern | |
| Candy hands on Halloween | |
| The halo hanging round your head was just the way it felt | |
| You can make believe it or just keep it to yourself | |
| Show it to your mother or just throw it down a well | |
| Until it' s sticking to your fingers | |
| And the skin around your clitoris | |
| The everpresent evidence for everybody else | |
| Dying with a million little invisible cells | |
| Show it to your lover or just throw it down the well | |
| Every wordless voice and what they want to sing to me | |
| Never said a thing to me | |
| The billboards made me ill | |
| But I bought it still | |
| Their nauseating symmetry | |
| At the end of everything we was | |
| Hold your hands up | |
| And let that be our love. |
| zuò cí : Thomas | |
| Sing into your hands ' til everybody understands | |
| Exactly how you feel | |
| Springs of silver sound dripping from your fingers down | |
| Dripping from your fingers now | |
| Hang your armor out | |
| Stretch your arms above the clouds | |
| Let your love be loud | |
| Let your body be a house | |
| Let your cries drown out the crowds | |
| I can hear your heavy shouts | |
| I can hear you handing down anything you want | |
| You can hand them anything you want | |
| Any handsome oblivious song | |
| grinning like a jackolantern | |
| Candy hands on Halloween | |
| The halo hanging round your head was just the way it felt | |
| You can make believe it or just keep it to yourself | |
| Show it to your mother or just throw it down a well | |
| Until it' s sticking to your fingers | |
| And the skin around your clitoris | |
| The everpresent evidence for everybody else | |
| Dying with a million little invisible cells | |
| Show it to your lover or just throw it down the well | |
| Every wordless voice and what they want to sing to me | |
| Never said a thing to me | |
| The billboards made me ill | |
| But I bought it still | |
| Their nauseating symmetry | |
| At the end of everything we was | |
| Hold your hands up | |
| And let that be our love. |
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