Tell me words, tell me words

Pretty of frightening

I need to feel like there's something happening

I follow peolple from the balcony

I am a fly on the wall and you can't see me



Tell me words, tell me words, say anything

Take off your armor and show me a plan

All this time, I've had two empty hands



Tell me words, tell me sords

You used to have many

Now they're as rare as snow in this city

Tell me something, honey

False or true

You know I'd listen to anything from you



So tell me words, tell me words

Draw me a picture, shop me a map

All this time, I've had an absent mind



Is it true, what they say?

There's no night and there's no day

Just a red line connecting the dots

between what you've got

and what you have not...



Tell me words, tell me words

Heavy or lightweight

I don't care, just say something

My hands are pretty, my hands are dirt

My hands are empty, oh give me words

I might fall down and I might stick around

But in between these images, before it gets worse

Tell me words



'Cause my hands are pretty, my hands are dirt

My hands are empty, oh give me words...