Small Hands, Small Hearts Amanda Palmer

Small hands
Small heart
The winter killed it but the summer took the fall
Free world
Free market’s drowning islands
While we burn inside the wall

And I stopped looking
When the king put his hand over his heart
Yeah, I stopped looking when the
Censuses stopped counting us at all

One world
Six spoons
You better save them cause you’re gonna need ‘em soon
New heels
Like knives
Totally useless if you’re into finding lives

And I stopped counting when they buried
My beloved in the ground
Yeah, I stopped counting when they
Told me that his dress was never found

They’ll know we knew (they’ll know we knew)
They’ll know we knew (they’ll know we knew)
This sick parade (this sick parade)
That’s ripping through (that’s ripping through)
They’ll know we failed (they’ll know we failed)
They won’t know why (they won’t know why)
But that’s exactly why we’ve gotta keep it
All on the inside