Hands

Tradução

Fences

Compositor: Christopher M. Mansfield

Your hands at your side
Your eyes looking down
A smile slowly forming
I heard not a sound
The way, oh, you talk with your hands

I took you by your hands, into another room
We talked about our fathers and lazy afternoons
The way, oh, you talk with your hands

We spent some nights hiding in the sheets
Smoking cigarettes and letting our parts meet
The way, oh, you talk with your hands

The way, oh
The way, oh
The way, oh
You talk with your hands

Can see it in your smile
That thoughts of me are fading
When something in between us keeps me anticipating
The way, oh, you talk with your hands

Your new man's coming home, and I'm left all alone
He's taken my crown, and taken my throne
The way, oh, you talk with your hands

Now I'm left where I first saw your face
Still living in the time
Still living in the place
The way, oh, you talk with your hands

The way, oh
The way, oh
The way, oh

You talk with your hands

The way, oh
The way, oh
The way, oh

You talk with your hands

The way, oh
The way, oh
The way, oh

You talk with your hands