Come Love, See My Hands - Brooke Waggoner

Yeh I put on a shirt and I flirt with my own reflection

I’ve no companion

Yeh my toes are sleepy, my eyes are weepy, they fell out

And I shoved them in the spout

And I’d sing

Ooo ooo ooo ooo

Yeh I pull off my limbs, give 'em to the wind in silence

I’ve no defiance

Yeh my legs are weak, my lips won’t speak I twist them

And rudely kiss them

And I don’t know why I write this

And scratch it on the back of your books

Yeh I don’t know why I sketch you

And waste it on the edge o' ya looks

I don’t know why I plant these

And fashion them from slices of earth

I guess I’m slave to the spirit

Of needing to create and give birth

And we all sing

Ooo ooo ooo ooo

And come love, see my hands

Come love, see my hands

Come love, see my hands

Oh come on, and see my hands