Both Hands - David Bazan

If I’m not losing sleep, I’m probably over it

Might take a couple beats for me to decide

Didn’t think you’d take this long to make up the lost time

Can’t help wondering why it still feels like

Both hands over my eyes

Both hands over my eyes

Both hands over my eyes

Both hands over my eyes

Sometimes twice a week, we make ourselves vulnerable

We get a little peek over enemy lines

Even as what weighs on me is bubbling over

I understand I can’t sweat what mystery hides

Both hands over my eyes

Both hands over my eyes

Both hands over my eyes

Both hands over my eyes