Sunday, March 27, 2011

Put Out Your Hands

You make arrows in your basement

Little darts to penetrate my heart

They inject me with a poison

Like I’ve never known

 

There’d be no need to shoot me down

If you told me that you cared

If you showed that you were there

After everyone was gone

 

This, doesn’t, have to be the hard way

I would give you my heart,

Just put out your hands

Stop pretending it’s bad,

Just give yourself over,

I would give you my heart,

Just put out your hands.

 

You keep letters written

On the inside of your tongue

But how am I supposed to read them

When they’re nowhere in view

 

There’d be no need to keep it secret

If you told me that you cared

If you showed that you’d be there

After everyone was gone.

 

This, doesn’t, have to be the hard way

I would give you my heart,

Just put out your hands

Stop pretending it’s bad,

Just give yourself over,

I would give you my heart,

Just put out your hands.

 

Suddenly you hit one knee

And I’m the one fighting.

One finger to still my lips

And you say you wanna start trying.

 

This, doesn’t, have to be the hard way

I would give you my heart,

Just put out your hands

Stop pretending it’s bad,

Just give yourself over,

I would give you my heart,

Just put out your hands.

Just put out your hands.

Just put out your hands.

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