Am I giving you

Hardly the wrong queue

Of what my life is



Am I giving you

Hardly the wrong "u"

Of just how nice it is



I just need some time

Away from this race

We drank the best wine

Now we're walking in place



And the grey never waits

For a man to make haste

But the hand doesn't know its own age

When it touches the lines on your face, face



If your season is a reason

Make up your mind

And I'm just breezing ahead

'Cause God's made me blind



And I've been told if I have a plan

State my case

But the hand doesn't know its own name

When it touches your face



You sit like a monument in front of me

These angels drag themselves from my feet

Is a body hung

Once the tongue sits smartly waiting to retreat



You sit like a monument in front of me

These angels drag themselves from my feet

Is the body hung

Once the tongue sits smartly waiting to retreat



Smartly waiting to retreat



When the moment's gone past

You'll have taken my place

It's the sound of the smack of two hands

At a relay race