hands

janna - hands

hands plunge down
to silt beneath
bottle caps and plastic rings
in water shimmering

press your finger on the scale
join the thousands already there

(i can feel it i can feel it)
no way to know what’s out there now
(i can feel it i can feel it)
no way to know what’s out there

heat climbs up
to clouds above
glowing like a furnace fire
never pacified

press your finger on the scale
join the thousands already there

(i can feel it i can feel it)
no way to know what’s out there now
(i can feel it i can feel it)
no way to know what’s out there
(i can feel it i can feel it)
no way to know what’s out there now
(i can feel it i can feel it)
no way to know what’s out there