Your Other Hand Songtext

von Clare Bowditch and The Feeding Set

Black dog, thick the fog
Yellow fog that rubs it's back against the window
You're sure there must be more
You're sure, but you're drinking anyway

Sweet pain, back again, back again
And now you've really started thinking
What if this is it?
Take the wheel baby, take the wheel, baby, now

No more wasting your life chasing dead ideals
See the past? It's gone
Let's roll on with the show

Oh love, love, love
We don't understand how to be human
It's a simply sum, hold your other hand

Oh love, love, love
How we long for land
For a ship that's able handed
Go walk the plank, go take the dive
Big life

One night you start a fight with yourself
About your wealth of imperfections
Don't read the stupid magazines
Don't read them if you don't feel like a laugh

So who cares what you wear?
Jzushed or bare, whatever gets your motor rolling
Feeling sadder? Doesn't matter
Take the wheel baby, take the wheel, baby, now

No more wasting your life chasing dead ideals
See the past? It's gone
Let's roll on with the show

Oh love, love, love
We don't understand how to be human
It's a simple sum, hold your other hand

Oh love, love, love
How we long for land
For a ship that's able handed
Go walk the plank, go take the dive
Big life