Karaoké The Hand Annabelle Dinda

Every time a guy writes a song he's a cowboy, a sailor

Playin' with the world in his palm like the first pioneer

Every time he opens his mouth it's a loud movie trailer

Clippin' every image and sound he thinks proves he was here

A hand, a spike, a physical fight

A flash of light, a curtain

A toll, a tithe, the passage of time

A height, a dive, a burden

A girl, a night, a typical type

A siren in the water

A scroll, a nod

A message from God

A son, a Holy Father

Every time a guy writes a song he's a sailor, a cowboy

Holdin' out the world in his palm like he made it himself

Every time I open my mouth

I think Wow what a loud noise

Still on the soapbox

Just hopin' I seem underwhelmed

The hand, the pen

The writin' again

The wind around the willow

The felt, the ice

The passage of time

The meltin' down the window

The now, the then

The thinkin' of When

The bottle in the ocean

The strike, the pause

The message from God forbid she shows emotion

This isn't rage

It's worth a mention

This is a fake internal tension

Sometimes I spread out one opinion and stand on its back to gauge attention

This isn't rage

It's too specific

I like to hate symbolic limits

This is no statement

I'm complicit

This is a dream

God put me in it

A hand, a spike, a physical fight

The wind around the willow

A toll, a tithe, the passage of time

The meltin' down the window

The now, the then

The thinkin' of When

The siren in the water

The strike, the pause

The message from God

Does that make me His daughter

A hand, a shove, a valley, a jump

A score under the wire

Just sweep me up

Just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher

Just sweep me up

Just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher

Just sweep me up

Just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher