Kid Gloves - Voxtrot

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

But 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 up, 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

But 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 up, I’m invisibly stuck all in myself

Yes I’m a vanity whore

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

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

When you compromise yourself like that

It’s a 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, but get your hands off me

You have to touch me with kid gloves

You have to touch me with kid gloves