The Devil Is in the Desert - Small Leaks Sink Ships

Break your little hands

Break your little hands

I’m sure you’ll call

Break your little hands

Break your little ways

I’m sorry, sure

Tell your mother I’m a thorn

By the favorite scorn

And don’t let your self be trained

Like a monkey in the basement

And all l love’s gone

Brace yourself, this is it

Sell all your clothes and commit

To strange towns and better times

And find out who loses strength from all the strains

And by the way others will fall

Pray, like a kid on the center stage

Rotting in covers, rotting in covers

Looking around, wrapping your head

Feeling alone, feeling alone

Break your little hands

Break your little hands

I’m sure you’ll call

Break your little hands

Break your little ways

I’m sorry, sure

Yeah, the people don’t see me

The people don’t see me

My friends only trust in that

Why people don’t see

Those people don’t see me

My friends only trust we’re going

Down, down, down, down, down

Down, down, the way you said