Threshing Machine

Threshing Machine
 We took a picture together
 We held the camera in front of us
 Your arm was cutting right into the frame
 Your smile was for both of us
 Something about the way we looked that day
 Caught in the act of trying to look away
 From the sight of our hands caught in this threshing machine
 Do you feel like you've seen anything,
 Ever, at all?
 We took a walk on the dykes
 And walked by the proscenium arches
 Paused at the mouth of a rabbit hole
 Stared down and wondered how far did it go
 Something about the way we talked that day
 Caught in the act of trying to look away
 From the sight of our hands caught in this threshing machine
 Do you feel like you've felt anything,
 Ever, at all?
 Try to imagine us in a house
 Try to imagine us in a car
 Try to imagine us staying alive
 And not just hiding away in this bar
 Something about the way you looked today
 Caught in the act of trying to look away
 From the sight of your hands caught in this threshing machine
 Do you feel like you've done anything,
 Ever, at all?
 Do you feel like you've said anything,
 Ever, at all?