Slow Hands - Interpol, Britt Daniel

Yeah, but nobody searches

Nobody cares somehow

When the loving that you’ve wasted

Comes raining from a hapless cloud

And I might stop and look upon your face

Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze

See the living that surrounds me

Dissipate in a violet place

Can’t you see what you’ve done to my heart

And soul?

This is a wasteland now

We spies

We slow hands

Put the weights around yourself

We spies

Oh yeah, we slow hands

You put the weights all around yourself

Now

I submit, my incentive is romance

I watched the pole dance of the stars

We rejoice because the hurting is so painless

From the distance of passing cars

But I am married to your charms and grace

I just go crazy like the good old days

You make me want to pick up a guitar

And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you

Can’t you see what you’ve done to my heart

And soul?

This is a wasteland now

We spies

Yeah, we slow hands

Put the weights around yourself

We spies

Oh, yeah, we slow hands

Killer for hire, you know not yourself

We spies

We slow hands

You put the weights all around yourself

We spies

Oh, yeah, we slow hands

We retire like nobody else

We spies

Intimate slow hands

Killer for hire, you know not yourself

We spies

Intimate slow hands

You let the face slap around herself