The Wrong Hands

Lyrics for The Wrong Hands

I still wear these worn out jeans I have to wear long-johns undeneath Down by the harbour there's a cool cool breeze Have you ever wondered if oceans can freeze Strings on my fathers old guitar The position of the northern star The clock-like beat of the budgies heart Tick-tick-tick now they know where you are I try the light therapy from the Xerox-machine The gentle beat of a tambourine And it's not like I can't stand To see you with another man I just don't wanna see good love Fall into the wrong hands Behind the craze there's a pretty sunset Water shines like tiny bells I feel the warmth in the cigarette But everything else And it's not like I can't stand To see you with another man I just don't wanna see good love Fall into the wrong hands I try the light therapy from the Xerox-machine The gentle beat of a tambourine And it's not like I can't stand To see you ruin our plans I just don't wanna see good love Fall into the wrong hands Fall into the wrong hands