Hands - The Swellers

Mourning dove, I think you’re out of luck

You know that putting the card face down is part of the game

It feels like love and it fits like a glove

But when you cut off all of the fingers it’s not the same

Wait for a better hand to play

Oh, I’m tired of waiting for something to shake

We’re better than this

Oh, I’m tired of writing for you to relate

We’re better than this

If I’m better than this

Why am I still around

The weekend comes like the summer has done

It’s a bittersweet reunion for the sour tongues

They say a real man does his own stunts

And to measure twice then jump once

I need to steady my hands if I wanna quit this race

Oh, I’m tired of waiting for something to shake

We’re better than this

Oh, I’m tired of writing for you to relate

We’re better than this

Oh, I’m tired of waiting for something to shake

We’re better than this

Why am I still around

I could blame myself

But I haven’t made it yet

Ready, set, hands down

Oh, I’m tired of waiting for something to shake

We’re better than this

Oh, I’m tired of writing for you to relate

We’re better than this

I’m tired of waiting for something to shake

If we’re better than this

Why am I still around

Ready, set, hands down