Las Manos

Vulnerable introductions are a pastime effort Especially in public, lost in the jaw of others I manage to shake your hand, sow a few words of candor In the back of The Hi Hat, I left without your number Stand still, words turn me blood I’m not gonna backpedal cause I’m all caught up The expression of your hands paint shadows on a brick wall A silent film I watch and I feel lucky Speaking slow it’s a leisure I try to practice Exhale to the hardwood You’re dancing out of your jacket and you talk about your sister And the things that matter Attention cuts to your jaw, Dancing in and out of laughter Stand still words turn me blood I’m not gonna backpedal cause I’m all caught up The expression of your hands Paint shadows on a brick wall A silent film I watch Did my honesty scare you? Did my honesty scare you? Honestly, I scare me too Did my honesty scare you? Did my honesty scare you? Honestly, I scare me too Honestly, I scare me too Honestly, I Stand still, words turn me blood I’m not gonna backpedal baby Cause I’m all, I’m caught up