Kid Gloves Voxtrot

Listen to the sounds that are ringing all around you
These are the cries of the dying breed
Politics of hate you never get around to
Blood over brains that we never need
I saw you in the back, studied and relaxed
Fixed in the pose like a silent stone
Serenity intact, it's the feeling that I lack
Life in the floors of a stable home

I can trace you in people like a sketch of a smell
You're a breath to the runner in context
Close to the nerve, but you rest so far away
And I have to give it up someday

Every time I close my eyes, I see you in front of me
Pretending in a love like this
I have no choice but to put you in back of me
Don't cover my footsteps
Dead weight alright, I know you're no good for me
Dead weight alright, I know you're no righteous leader
Dead weight alright, that's fine but get your hands off me
You have to touch me with kid gloves
You have to touch me with kid gloves

Body to the wind, you taught me how to stand still
I never felt so alive at once
Finger to the quick, yes I can feel your hands still
Pressed to the dream of the common months