The Wrong Hands

I still wear these worn out jeans

I have to wear long-johns underneath

Down by the harbour there's a cool, cool breeze

I've never wondered if oceans can freeze

The strings on my fathers old guitar

The positions of the northern stars

The clock-like beat of the budgies heart

Tick, tick, tick now they know where you are

I tried the light therapy

From a Xerox-machine

The gentle beat of a tambourine

And it's not that I can't stand

To see you with another man

I just don't want to see good love

Fall into the wrong hands

Behind the craze there's a pretty sunset

The water shines like tiny bells

I feel the warmth in a cigarette

But everything else

And it's not that I can't stand

To see you with another man

I just don't want to see good love

Fall into the wrong hands

I tried the light therapy

From the Xerox-machine

The gentle beat of a tambourine

And it's not that I can't stand

To see you ruin our plans

I just don't want to see good love

Fall into the wrong hands

Fall into the wrong hands