Curious Hands

Lyrics by M. Zickler, Music by J. Walker + M. Zickler

I've been out late
I've been trying to say
All of the reasons I've failed
To keep my head in one place
I built a home in the air

And darlin', I'm well aware that there's
A hitch in my gair
I've been afraid of the dark
I've been avoiding the place I've made
When all the lights have burned out
At the end of the day

I might slow down, down, down
Or maybe I'll go home uptown
Or I'll stay and come around, around
And compensate for all my bad behavior and my

Curious hands
I get caught up holding down all the days
Feel them passing through my fingers
I forgot all my plans
Pulling the wires and waves I can hold
Fold them up to keep them safe in my hands

Oh, I've got a good spine
But I've come to find
No logic or love can keep me in line
And I've tried

Oh, I've tried to take it down, down, down
In the quiet you can hear the sound of my

Curious hands
I get caught up holding down all the days
Feel them passing through my fingers
I forgot all my plans
Pulling the wires and waves I can hold
Fold them up to keep them safe in my hands

I don't wanna go to bed yet, 
I just wanna stay up late
And watch the days change