Текст песни Bob Tilton Palm Reading

Two hands built a room
Your name mispelt on every stone
Dead son built a room
Your name mispelt on every stone
I beat my head on every wall
Until I learned to steal back caution
Caution stolen from the wind and
Buried in my backyard
Wrapped around a heart, tied with string
And buried in my backyard
I hoped a tree would grow there
Boarded windows stole the view of
Every tree that touched the sky
I stayed indoors
And tried to wash the carpets clean
I couldn't get the blood out
And he said
"Wear my distance like a new skin
Show me palms that only push away."