your hands

keepin' the wolves at bay. when there's rust in the leaves it's a sign that the moods gonna change, and come pick a fight. so i'll wrap my self up in my jacket and gloves. disguised in the hide of a cow, as if my skin weren't enough, to protect me from the elements. fighting and shouting above, bursting apart like a landmine, everything seems to uncork and fester like wine. loosen the strings on the boat, i try to unwind but my minds spinning out now. i'm still shooting blind, and i hit things occasionally, but in fear. the need to be tougher than any man alive. as if my skin weren't to cloak me from the storm. and i need your hands, to lie here in this ground. and i need your heart here, so i can hear the sound, of my own. mistrusting my lucky stars, burned out but i still think they're shining. like an ocean of watches and clocks they tell different times. you give me your match, you give me a choice, and our secret is silent, it's still at night. i could scavenge around watching the woodland. the keys to keeping the calm. but my minds not enough to keep my soul calm, 'till one there's more messenger gone. like a rusty blade to keep the wolves at bay. and i need your hands here, to lighten this ground. and i need your heart here, so i can hear the sound. i need your hand here, to lighten this ground. and i need your heart here, baby, so i can hear the sound, of my own.