Vārdi: Ani Difranco. Ani DiFranco. Both Hands.

I am walking out in the rain
And I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again
And I am getting nowhere with you
And I can't let it go and I can't get through

The old woman behind the pink curtains
And the closed door on the first floor
She's listening through the air shaft
To see how long our swan song can last

And both hands, now use both hands
Oh, no don't close your eyes
I am writing graffiti on your body
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
How hard we tried

I am watching your chest rise and fall
Like the tides of my life and the rest of it all
And your bones have been my bed frame
And your flesh has been my pillow
I've been waiting for sleep to offer up the deep with both hands
Ahh, both hands

In each other's shadows we grew less and less tall
And eventually our theories couldn't explain it all
And I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall
And eventually the landlord will come and paint over it all

And I am walking out in the rain
And I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again
And I am getting nowhere with you and I can't let it go
And I can't get through

Both hands, now use both hands
Oh, no don't close your eyes
I am writing graffiti on your body
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
How hard we tried, how hard we tried