Lyrics: Both Hands

i am walking out in the rain
i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone
again
i am getting nowhere with you
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 airshaft
to see how long
our swan song can last
both hands
now use both hands
no don't close your eyes
i am writing
graffiti 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
your bones have been my bed frame
and your flesh has been my pillow
i've been waiting for sleep
to offer up the deep with both hands
in each other's shadow we grew less and less tall
and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all
so i'm recording our history
now on the bedroom wall
and when we leave the landlord will come
and paint over it all