Hands Like Houses Perspectives

Be honest with yourself

Do you see in your reflection someone else

You’re fogging up the glass, and looking for direction

So close you can’t see past

I’ll make amends, I’ll make believe

I’ll make my mind, I’ll make you see

I’ll take a chance, I’ll take a moment

All for nothing…

All my life

I tried letting you inside to

See the world through my eyes

And all I see (is time I’ve wasted)

All my life you thought that

I’ve lost my mind

If I could just get it right

Then You might see

You just don’t get it

(You just don’t get it)

The lights left on all night

The locks have all been changed

While I’m inside

And I’m beating down the door

Knuckles bloody broken raw

Tried to take these walls and turn them inside out

It’s all for nothing…

All my life

I tried letting you inside to

See the world through my eyes

And all I see (is time I’ve wasted)

All my life you thought that

I’ve lost my mind

If I could just get it right

Then You might see

You just don’t get it

(You just don’t get it)

I’ll make amends, I’ll make believe

I’ll make my mind, I’ll make you see

I’ll take a chance, I’ll take a moment

Let it out and let go…

It’s all for nothing!

(It’s all for nothing)

All my life

I tried letting you inside

All my life

I tried letting you inside to

See the world through my eyes

And all I see (is time I’ve wasted)

All my life you thought that

I’ve lost my mind

If I could just get it right

Then You might see

You just don’t get it

(You just don’t get it)

You just don’t get it (You just don’t get it)

It’s all for nothing

(You just don’t get it)

Hands Like Houses New Romantics

A hopeless romantic, self-medicated on reality;

A misunderstanding is all that anyone can see in me

Pulling up the floor to go deeper down

Tearing at the soil to find the ground

I’m trying to find myself

Coming back to the same words to try to tell a different story

I’m farther from myself

Coming back to the same words, in hope they come alive without me

A moment’s reflection has given me a second chance to heal;

A loss of connection in matching up my words to how I feel

I’ve taken on too much, empty pages on the floor

Tearing volumes from the shelf to find what I’ve been looking for…

Then it hit me

Well, I haven’t changed. I’m still the same man I was before

Well, I haven’t changed, I’m still the same man I was, just trying to find myself…

I’m trying to find myself, coming back to the same words

I’m farther from myself, coming back to the same words

Hands Like Houses Glasshouse

A silver line, a disease on the horizon,

A whistling in the trees – it marches on

It’s like a tide – impatient and insincere

A threat born on the wind – it marches on

A weight on the air I feel it in the silence

Take a second to listen

The earth starts to shake, the sky begins to fall

Can you hear it coming down?

I was safe, I was brave

Until the sky collapsed on me

Can you hear the thunder in my chest?

Can you feel how heavy lies the air?

Let it fall, let it fall

Let it all be swallowed by the storm

Can you hear the thunder in my chest?

Rain down on me, rain down on me.

Slamming doors – I’m here but I’m trapped inside

The darkest shades of grey roll through my head

A weight on the air I feel it in the silence

Take a second to listen,

The earth starts to shake, the sky begins to fall

Can you hear it coming down?

I was safe, I was brave

Until the sky collapsed on me

Can you hear the thunder in my chest?

Can you feel how heavy lies the air?

Let it fall, let it fall

Let it all be swallowed by the storm

Can you hear the thunder in my chest?

Rain down on me, rain down on me.

Don’t want to admit to myself

This can’t just be in my head!

I was safe, I was brave

Until the sky collapsed on me

Can you hear the thunder in my chest?

Can you feel how heavy lies the air?

Let it fall, let it fall

Let it all be swallowed by the storm

Can you hear the thunder in my chest?

Rain down on me, rain down on me.

Hands Like Houses Antarctica

Father, we fled your house of grey

We ran from home to seek a place where our bodies would never grow

Dreamer, child, be cautious of this world

She has an appetite for boys and girls and she’s hungry for your soul

Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky

Keep your feet on the ground kid, only birds were meant to fly

Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky

Keep your head from the clouds kid, keep your wings

Always keep them by your side

Remember, before you fly, you’ll fall

Remember, before you walk, you’ll crawl…

Before you fly, you’ll fall

Before you walk, you’ll crawl…

You’ve no need to stitch your shadow to your heels

No, not this time

Son you’ll walk with no whisper, no sound

Only the feet of the heavy hearted are held to the ground

You’ve no need to draw the curtains son, throw them wide

Cross the borders between the never and the night

Find the twinkle in your smile, chase it on ’til morning

Past the second star to the right

Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky

Keep your feet on the ground kid, only birds were meant to fly

Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky

Keep your head from the clouds kid, keep your wings

Always keep them by your side

We’ll be the smoke curling on the still

The airship captains; we wait for sun to brush the hills

Son, I share your windward dreams

To soar from this little town of shacked up windows and swinging doors

The rafters creak and the floorboards groan

While the shadows dance to the tapping of my toes

There’s nothing left for us but altitude

We’ll be the kings of the air

There’s nothing left for us but altitude

We’ll be the kings of the air

We’ll be the kings of the air

Stolen, by the wind that turns the leaves to razors

Holding just a string, our twine and our paper lost to the breeze

Stolen, by the wind that turns the leaves to razors

Holding just a string, our twine and our paper lost to the breeze

Hands Like Houses A Tale Of Outer Suburbia

Pry the darkness from my eyes.

Divided, let the light seep in.

Trees devoid of branches and hollow hives.

An endless black and empty beds.

It’s not the same, something’s changed.

I never used to be able to see past the trees.

A thousand unfamiliars are lying thick on the air and I can’t breathe.

Is our skin to keep the world out or our bodies in?

This doesn’t look like home; this doesn’t look like home.

Is our skin to keep the world out or our bodies in?

I’ll tear apart the town then sleep, and sleep alone.

If I’m a flame, I’m a forest fire speaking savage tongues as I emerge from the hills.

I am an avalanche.

I am unchained.

I’m awoken.

I’ll unleash hell.

So I roar, pin back my ears, and stone by stone I’ll tear it all, I’ll tear it apart.

Is our skin to keep the world out or our bodies in?

This doesn’t look like home; this doesn’t look like home.

Is our skin to keep the world out or our bodies in?

(This doesn’t look like home; this doesn’t look like home.)

I’ll tear apart the town then sleep, and sleep alone.

(This doesn’t look like home; this doesn’t look like home.)

I’ve lost faith, the forest’s changed.

My stomach’s empty, I’m feeling faint.

I’ve lost heart, the forest’s scarred.

I hear no birds, just TVs and cars.

I’ve lost faith, the forest’s changed.

My stomach’s empty, I’m feeling faint.

I’ve lost sight, the forest’s died.

The brambles are bare, and I’m hollow inside.

Each breath rattles like dice in my chest, each breath gambled, unwinding till death.

Is our skin to keep the world out or our bodies in?

This doesn’t look like home; this doesn’t look like home.

Is our skin to keep the world out or our bodies in?

(This doesn’t look like home; this doesn’t look like home.)

I’ll tear apart the town then sleep, and sleep alone.

(This doesn’t look like home; this doesn’t look like home.)

Hands Like Houses Fountainhead

Here I am. The hammer strikes one, two, three.

I’m impatiently tapping my feet

In a murmuring room full of critics and fakers, all waiting to take their seat.

The focus of the room, all bating breath,

Waiting on a single word that could spill from my mouth

That would give them a reason to take me for all I’m worth.

I took the oath to tell the truth, so freely I’ll tell you this.

My path’s my own and mine alone.

You won’t understand. You want what I am,

Forgetting the man inside.

I’m calling you out, so try take me down.

I took infinity from the sky and I made it my own,

But not for you to turn into your personal property.

I will outlast the turning of time, but I know that you’re scared of me

And what I can achieve, but I won’t be waiting.

I don’t use your lungs to breathe, your feet can’t walk for me.

So tell me where you take your right to my mind.

Brought the sky down on our heads, never mine to claim, you said.

So tell me where you take your right to my freedom,

My cause for creation, my mind, my direction, my life?

Unlock and engage. Everyone’s equal but no-one’s the same.

We give what we choose, but we give what we want to, not to be used.

I took infinity from the sky and I made it my own,

But not for you to turn into your personal property.

I will outlast the turning of time, but I know that you’re scared of me

And what I can achieve, but I won’t be waiting.

I’m the one who lit the fuse. I’m the one who pulled it out from under you.

I’m the one who wears the consequence.

I’m the one who will stay true to myself, so I’ll wish you all well.

But I’ll take my ideas with me.

You won’t understand. You want what I am,

Forgetting the man inside.

I’m calling you out, so try take me down.

I took infinity from the sky and I made it my own,

But not for you to turn into your personal property.

I will outlast the turning of time, but I know that you’re scared of me

And what I can achieve, but I won’t be waiting.

Hands Like Houses Degrees Of Separation

It’s never ending a season I can’t shake,

a foreign winter a curse I can’t escape

I feel the winter burying my bones

a core reminder that I’m so far from home

I know we’re worlds apart

Seasons stitched together somehow

What’s it like where you are?

It hurts to know we’re always

Worlds apart (Can you feel it, can you feel it)

This burning I feel is slowing down my heart

(Can you feel it, can you feel it),

it hurts to know we’re worlds apart,

it hurts to know, what its like where you are

A fire in my skin an ache in every burn

My soul is sinking the cold is creeping in

I feel the winter burying my bones

A core reminder that I’m so far from home

I know we’re worlds apart

Seasons stitched together somehow

What’s it like where you are?

I can’t recall I’m too far

It hurts to know we’re always

Worlds apart (Can you feel it, can you feel it)

This burning I feel is slowing down my heart

(Can you feel it, can you feel it),

it hurts to know we’re worlds apart,

it hurts to know, what its like where you are

I can see my breath floating away

The warmth in me escapes

I can’t recall I’m too far!!!

It hurts to know we’re always

Worlds apart (Can you feel it, can you feel it)

This burning I feel is slowing down my heart

(Can you feel it, can you feel it),

it hurts to know we’re worlds apart,

it hurts to know, what its like where you are

Hands Like Houses This Ain’t No Place For Animals

The gasoline is mixing with the oxygen

In this carousel, the silence is so surreal

I’ve been misled down empty streets to the heart that never beats

Of a body that I can’t keep

We’re blessed with these horrors for highways

This city turns, no longer content to just brush shoulders

Have we lost our touch?

A light goes on

We throw our blankets aside

It’s been hours now and we still know nothing

The scars just don’t heal the same, when we collide

I’d never say that we step to the other side to keep us from brushing shoulders

But it’s collisions we need to remind us that we’re alive

I’d never say that you make me sick, but you’re turning all the questions to cancers

Someone call in the emergency and we’ll peel back the dressings so we can see

The kind of things that the surgeons see

When the bloodwork won’t give us the answers

They’ll never tell us, because they don’t know whats killing us

My heart’s at a million miles an hour as we brace for the impact

It makes time stand still, forcing momentum into a moment

So for a split second, I see your face

In between all the broken glass, hanging like a mobile

This is a picture we’ll never quite forget

The surgeons pick, they pick at my body

Their fingers dance, they dance all around me

Hold still while they pick at my body

They’ll dance all around me

The surgeons pick, they pick at my body

Their fingers dance, they dance all around me

Hold still while they pick at my body

They’ll dance all around me

Breathe your anaesthetic words to slow us down

Tear back the skin to find, to chase a pulse back home

I’d never say that you make me sick, but you’re turning all the questions to cancers

Someone call in the emergency and we’ll peel back the dressings so we can see

The kind of things that the surgeons see

When the bloodwork won’t give us the answers

They’ll never tell us, because they don’t know whats killing us

Hands Like Houses The Sower

I wade through the earth,

Sowing my own, bound up in discords

Spread in the stones,

Planting deep into ready fears.

Soak in these heavy rains,

Break from your chrysalis beneath the clay.

Though I left you behind,

I’m all the while, wanting, to make my way home.

All the while, watching, to see just how you’ve grown.

I’m the seeds among you, I am emerald blades

With other sides and deeper shades.

I’m the weeds among you, I am constriction.

I’m the tightness in your chest.

I could ruin you.

I am the horizon, the sinking sun,

I’m the buried, the believer, the tomorrow that will come.

I’m the seeds among you, I am emerald blades

With other sides and deeper shades.

I’m the weeds among you, I am constriction.

I’m the tightness in your chest.

I could ruin you.

I could ruin you.

Convict me of the devil in the details,

Of these crimes; oh so meticulous were we,

Of passion; I’ll plead guilty.

I’ll plead guilty to every taken chance.

I am tangled machinery, I am wreckage.

Distinguish the scars between;

The pleasure as you dragged me down,

Or the shards as they dragged you free.

I am the knotted anchors below the ground,

I’m the shadow that weighs you down.

I’m the ghost on your lips, the phantom’s kiss,

I’ll be the page of your book that’s missing.

I’m the seeds among you, I am emerald blades

With other sides and deeper shades.

I’m the weeds among you, I am constriction.

I’m the tightness in your chest.

I could ruin you.

Hands Like Houses One Hundred

Hold your breath, baby.

We have to make our hearts sit still.

Hold your tongue, honey,

The things we know could unleash hell.

Patch me up, my skin is so tight around my chest, my heart is leaping out.

I feel my imagination playing like a movie in my eyes,

It’s got me firmly by the sleeve.

Hold your breath baby, we have to make our hearts sit still.

I swear they’re beating so loud that anyone could tell

We’re keeping every thought to ourselves in case we mention how we feel.

Hold your tongue honey, the things we know could unleash hell.

I see your imagination shimmer in the way that you move,

Hardly afraid that anyone could see.

We’re caught up in the moment, it’s got us now, and you’ve got me by the collar.

What are you waiting for?

Pull me in.

We saw the warning signs too late, and we’re too far gone.

Please don’t remind me of reality now,

I’ve been pretending for days by now,

My god, it must have been days.