Too High

if your arms are brittle beside you,
wrapped so soft your blood, is running
i'll be there

if your movin slowly, if we still get there
i'll be there
such a strong desire, like hunger

all you need to hope you keep your head
yeaaaah
is the slow hand quickens

what youve done with all those around you
hopeful always that someone will come and save you
i'll be there
to watch you saultry turning, seething
i'll be there
minutes hold on to hours, gets you twisting

all you need to hope you keep your head
yeaahhh uhhhh unnn
the slow hand quickens

how to leave it with the love you lost
you made them crawl to be without you,
the slow hand quickens

yes, end is empty, and the hour glass
i'll be there
to turn it over and over, in your head

so you keep the hope you'll get your day
yeaaah ohhhhh
as the slow hand quickens

you see too hard, to break, too cold
to burn, afraid your chance is gone
wires are crossed, your mouth is lost
you fear you've left it far too long,
the minutes pass, the hours are gone
so hard to find your way alone

the slow hands quicker
the slow hands quicker

aaahhahaaa

the slow hands quicker