in the corner of a room
sitting on a chair
paintings line the walls
and i sigh and stare

blend into the backgrounds
avoid being seen
become another painting
as she strolls out on the scene

Reach to her so slowly
Her body seems to gleam
She’ll linger in your memory,

She has perfect hands
i’ve seen their work before
she paints these broken hearts
and dries them on the floor

when you dance with her,
you dance with her soul
and even when you lead her

i’m getting a headache
from drinking too much
i can’t understand her,
our worlds just don’t touch

Reach to her so slowly
Her body seems to gleam
but never, never touch her

She has perfect hands
i’ve seen their work before
she paints these broken hearts
and dries them on the floor

She has perfect hands,
i’ve seen their work unfold,
she draws so many hearts,
retreating from the cold


dancing our way home,
we were dancing to keep ourselves warm.