Show me your palm
Your soft sweaty skin
I can read the lines between your fingers
I don't know it all
There's some things I can't say
And your purse can't help defy the future
You'll find love underneath a stone
Pick it up and keep it in your pocket
You'll see bars, the finest bars of steel
Encircle you on one december morning
You will see shapes that don't fit in their holes
Just build a boat and sail across the ocean
Take them to a man, a man without his eyes
He'll feel the wood and carve them into answers