THIRTY-ONE YEARS OF HANDS
Keeps a notebook of things people said to her and dates them like evidence
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- D# major
- energy
- 0.67
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.57
- vocal at
- 5.0s
- length
- 2:24
- language
- En
lyrics
(hands) His hands are wrecked. Arthritis in the left one since the spring. He cannot do the buttons on his shirt some mornings. And he will not let me help him and we both stand there For about a minute and a half, every day, saying nothing Thirty-one years of hands, thirty-one years of hands On a steering wheel, on a fence post, on my back at night Thirty-one years of hands, thirty-one years of hands And now on a button, for a minute and a half, every morning He was a big man. He is still a big man. He is just slower. And I am not ready and there is no version where I get ready. Thirty-one years of hands, thirty-one years of hands On a steering wheel, on a fence post, on my back at night Thirty-one years of hands, thirty-one years of hands And now on a button, for a minute and a half, every morning (every morning)
