Kid Gloves Testo

Listen to the sounds, they're ringing out around you

These are the cries of the dying breed

Politics of hate you'd 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 on paper like a sketch of a smell

You're a breath to the runner in contest

In 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 all right, I know you're no good for me

Dead weight all right, I know you're no righteous leader

You're dead weight all right, that's fine

You get your hands off me

You have to touch me with kid gloves

You have to touch me with kid gloves



Buy me to the wind, you talk me out of standstill

I never felt so alive at once

Finger to the quick, yes I can feel your hand still

Pressed to the drain of the common months



Cheer me up, cheer me, up I'm a miserable fuck

Cheer me up, cheer me, up I'm a tireless bore

Cheer me up, cheer me, I'm invisibly stuck all in myself

Yes I'm a vanity whore



Because it's race and it's power at the center of life

We are blind to the people who need us

But you're the kind of person who could understand that fault

And I hope to measure you 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 all right, I know you're no good for me

Dead weight all right, I know you're no righteous leader

Dead weight all right, that's fine

You get your hands off me

You have to touch me with kid gloves

You have to touch me with kid gloves



Cheer me up, cheer me, up I'm a miserable fuck

Cheer me up, cheer me, up I'm a tireless bore

Cheer me up, cheer me, I'm invisibly stuck all in myself

Yes I'm a vanity whore



When you compromise yourself like that

It's dedication

So even on friendship (?)



Dead weight all right, I know you're no good for me

Dead weight all right, I know you're no righteous leader

Dead weight all right, that's fine, you get your hands off me

You have to touch me with kid gloves

You have to touch me with kid gloves