Interpol - Slow Hands
Yeah but nobody searches
Nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you’ve wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
And I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a violet place
Can’t you see what you’ve done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies
We slow hands
Put the weights all around you…
