Talking Hands

There's a secret heart
There's a soul that starves
When I paint it black
You give the colors back
Well, it's a way to laugh
It's just a way to cry
You let your body talk
You'll never lose the fight

It's not for your amusement
It's not formally sound
It's harder than illusion
With no one else around
It's not for your amusement
It's not formally sound
It's harder than illusion
With no one else around

Hey, hey, my friend
You've got, these lonely talking hands
Hey, hey, my friend
You've got, these lonely talking hands

There's a secret heart
There's a soul that starves
When I paint it black
You give the colors back

It's not for your amusement
It's not formally sound
It's harder than illusion
With no one else around
It's not for your amusement
It's not formally sound
It's harder than illusion
With no one else around

Hey, hey, my friend
You've got, these lonely talking hands
Hey, hey, my friend
You've got, these lonely talking hands

See me, see you
We never notice when you smile
See me, see you
We never notice when you smile

It's not for your amusement
It's not formally sound
It's harder than illusion
With no one else around
It's not for your amusement
It's not formally sound
It's harder than illusion
With no one else around

Hey, hey, my friend
You've got, these lonely talking hands
Hey, hey, my friend
You've got, these lonely talking hands

See me, see you
We never notice when you smile
See me, see you
We never notice when you smile