Представляем точный текст композиции "Something To Do With My Hands" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Her Space Holiday . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Something To Do With My Hands» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Her Space Holiday передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Her Space Holiday - "Something To Do With My Hands"
Lyrics to Something To Do With My Hands : You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired Youve got your mothers cheekbones and your fathers crooked smile Forget all those places that youve never really been And all those situations you somehow found yourself in Let your body sink into me Like your favorite memory Like a line of poetry Or a fucking fit of honesty Ill do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south With my old watch on your wrist And my thumbs inside your mouth Suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints So your boyfriend has no clue Of how much Ive been touching you My problem with me is my problem with you It doesnt take much For me to come unglued I put my headphones on And hear your favorite songs And it kills me to know That this wont be one of them You know it saves me to think even for a little while I owned the set of shoulders that you came to rely on Like in that movie theater when you whispered in my ear I almost didnt make it This has been my hardest year Your job is killing you faster than a cancer could So now youre giving up like they always said you would Youve got that old map out now and you found the farthest town You hope that if youre lucky this is where youll settle down I dont care where you move I dont care if its far All that I ask is that I know where you are In case our timing is right In case you need more from me Than a bit of advice Or a tongue full of sympathy You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired Youve got your mothers cheekbones and your fathers crooked smile Forget all those places that youve never really been And all those situations you somehow found yourself in Let your body sink into me Like your favorite memory Like a line of poetry Or a fucking fit of honesty Ill do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south With my old watch on your wrist And my thumbs inside your mouth Suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints So my girlfriend has no clue Of how much Ive been touching you [ Something To Do With My Hands Lyrics ]
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