Young Statues Drifty Hands
When you turned to face me
I couldn’t keep my hands from drifting
Back to the places that I know
In the right way, we were cold
Leave it for the right day, we’ll come back
Laugh at our mess
The song sounds just fine, it’s running in time
I don’t think that anyone is ready to stop singing tonight
I was replacing all of the truth, blaming our mood
You held no one high enough
I’ll help you weather the mess of the flood
Was it the right time, the right way, are you happy?
When you are feeling so foreign, it’s time to leave.
