Your Hands

Your Hands - The Black Swans

Take off your shirt

Take off my pants

Shake off my troubles

It's a dance for the past

I think of you often

Your memory's safe

Relived on my futon

Listening to planet waves

And your hands

Are better than mine

And your hands

Aren't here at my side

I miss your smell

It can't be repeated

Scents grow dull

It's only me I'm reheating

It was sweat and shampoo

Now it's cocoa butter lotion

And I dream of your hair

In my afternoon motion

And your hands

Are better than mine

And your hands

Aren't here at my side

We're together forever

Like little hairs you can't see

And as you're with someone else

You're still pleasing me

And your hands

Are better than mine

And your hands

Aren't here at my side