Hands In The Ground

Hands In The Ground - The Hampdens

If you're gone before I'm there

And your yellowing walls appear

Through the scrubbed graying sheets

Look inside and see

If you can't believe it's me

Hiding out beneath eiderdown skies

You are so hard to deceive

Forget everything

I go outside

To virgin ground and dig a hole

And bury my hands in the soil

Because I don't like

Because I don't like

How I'm feeling

If you can shake your head

And break through my shadowy walls of sleep

Draw the blinds above your bed

And try hard to see

Through the windows into the street

At little patches of ironed out lawn

It is so hard to believe you can do anything

I don't know

All my friends

Sun your out

Everybody's on their backs

And I don't know

And I don't know

If they're sleeping

I go outside

To virgin ground and dig a hole

And bury my hands in the soil

Because I don't like

Because I don't like

How I'm feeling

Because I don't like

Because I don't like

How I'm feeling

Go outside

Shake your head

Draw the blinds above your bed

Feel the sun on the street and

The dirt beneath your feet

Take a chance

Leave your home

Pack your bags before you go

Call your friend

Shake his hand

And then set off and don't look back

I don't know

All my friends

Sun your out

Everybody's on their backs

And I don't know

And I don't know

If they're sleeping

I go outside

To virgin ground and dig a hole

And bury my hands in the soil

Because I don't like

Because I don't like

How I'm feeling