Both Hands

I am walking

out in the rain

and I am listening to the low moan

of the dial tone again

and I am getting

nowhere with you

and I can't let it go

and I can't get through...

And the old woman behind the pink curtains

and the closed door

on the first floor

she's listening through the air shaft

to see how long our swan song can last

And both hands

please use both hands

no don't close your eyes

I am writing

graffiti on your body

I am drawing the story of

how hard we tried