Hands — Tunng

he stands with his head in his hands in the corridor in a and e he couldn't resucitate her and now he'll go home to his wife for tea

we sing as the sky falls down we sing as the sky collapses and make what we can of this it's okay, we're all going to end up dead and gone

he crawls into her aorta to pull him out of his reverie and mentally puts her back together with sticks and glue until she breathes

he crawls like a rat inside her spine it's a passage to another world he pulls on a coat of new born skin and sends a secret message to that girl

positions himself in space and looks down on such slight a thing swears he'll make what he can of this because one day out there we will all be dead

so leave your imprint upon all the atoms you press against all the people you press against because one day out there we will all be leave your imprint upon every month that you press against every world that you press against it's okay because one day we will be dead

all the little lights.