Both Hands (live)

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...
 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
 graffitti on your body
 I am drawing the story of
 how hard we tried
 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 am waiting for sleep
 to offer up the deep
 with both hands
 Oh! both hands
 And 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 though
 So now use both hands
 please use both hands
 oh, no don't close your eyes
 I am writing graffitti on your body
 I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
 hard we tried
 how hard we tried