Dry Hand - Unpersons

My hand burnt when i touched her

And i dreamt for a moment

Bury me in a box of photographs

A thick bleak wind across

My…

Your face is so slick slick slick

I cut my fingers on your edges

It’s so cruel, it burns, it’s so cruel…

'when people mistake revenge for love, honey

This ain’t my father’s hand

Honey, this ain’t my father’s hand

Baby, you’re so slick

You’re a slick image

Little girl

Slick slick slick…'

My hand dries in the wind now

(thick thick thick)

And it is burnt

(black black black)

But for a moment it was red

(and slick slick slick)