Letras:
Open Hand

here, blinded, by this light, it is all that surrounds me. Deep water, I can smell the blood, how long, how long before they come, showing teeth, bearing fever, lost in open

: We can make believe We're happy and free It's automatic when The money is in our hands People always try To look beyond their own lives But, I know

making sense But my tongue still misbehaves and it keeps digging my own grave with my Hands open, and my eyes open I just keep hoping That your heart opens

where 14 years behind the time when you can mean such things But I will hold on with my open hands But I will hold on with my open hands And I suppose

Raised hands surround us Three nails to protect us I'll find my way back home Raised hands surround us Three nails to protect us Laid hands on my head

This line is burning, turning to ash as it hits the air Every step is a day in the week It's a Sunday or Monday A march over months of the year This

how it is When something is gone A piece of your eyesight Or maybe your vision A corner of sense Goes blank on the screen A piece of the scan Gets filled in by hand

Institution Green The walls are cracked and dim And we are standin' in a line Waitin' for our faces to be seen Institution Green Watch the floor and

Let's tell the future Let's see how it's been done By numbers, by mirrors, by water By dots made at random on paper By salt, by dice, by meal, by mice