Belgrave Perfect Hands
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
she’s the one who has control
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.
