Both Hands

I am walking out in the rain
 And I am listening to the low moan
 Of the dial tone again
 And I am getting
 Nowhere with you
 And I can't let it go
 And I can't get through
 And the old woman behind the pink curtains and the closed door
 On the first floor
 She's listening through the air shaft
 To see how long our swan song can last
 And both hands
 Now use both hands
 Oh, no don't close your eyes
 I am writing
 Graffiti on your body
 I am drawing the story of
 How hard we tried
 How hard we tried
 And I am watching your chest rise and fall
 Like the tides of my life
 And the rest of it all
 And your bones have been my bedframe
 And your flesh has been my pillow
 I have been waiting for sleep
 To offer up the deed with both hands
 Oh oh with both hands
 In each other's shadows we grew less and less tall
 And eventually our theories couldn't explain it all
 And I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall
 And when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all
 And I am walking out in the rain
 And I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again
 And I am getting nowhere with you
 And I can't let it go
 And I can't get through
 And both hands
 Please use both hands
 Oh, no don't close your eyes
 I am writing graffiti on your body I am drawing the story of
 How hard we tried
 Hard we tried
 How hard we tried