Hands - Tunng

He stands with his head in his hands

In the corridor in A&E

He couldn’t resuscitate her

And now he’ll go home to his wife for tea

We sing as the sky falls down

We sing as the sky collapses

And make what we can of this

It’s okay, we’re all going to end up dead and gone

He crawls into her aorta

To pull him out of his reverie

And mentally puts her back together

With sticks and glue until she breathes

He crawls like a rat inside her spine

It’s a passage to another world

He pulls on a coat of new born skin

And sends a secret message to that girl

Positions himself in space

And looks down on such slight a thing

Swears he’ll make what he can of this

Because one day out there we will all be dead

So leave your imprint upon

All the atoms you press against

All the people you press against

Because one day out there we will all be-

Leave your imprint upon

Every mouth that you press against

Every word that you press against

It’s okay because one day we will be dead

All the little lights