Из альбома: Fences

Your hands at your side,
And your eyes looking down,
A smile slowly forming, I heard not a sound
The way oh, you talk with your hands

I took you by your hand, into another room,
We talked about our fathers and lazy afternoons
The way oh, you talk with your hands

We spent some nights hiding in the sheets,
Smoking cigarettes and letting our parts meet
The way oh, you talk with your hands

The way, oh
The way, oh
The way, oh
You talk with your hands

Can see it in your smile,
That thoughts of me are fading,
When something inbetween us keeps me anticipating
The way oh, you talk with your hands

Your new man's coming home, and I'm left all alone,
He's taken my crown, and taken my thrown
The way oh, you talk with your hands

Now I'm left where I first saw your face,
Still living in the time,
Still living in the place
The way oh, you talk with your hands

The way, oh
The way, oh
The way, oh
You talk with your hands

The way, oh
The way, oh
The way, oh
You talk with your hands

The way, oh
The way, oh
The way, oh
You talk with your hands

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