Nightlab - Stranger Hands lyrics

In the clear you can hear the ocean But every tide is washing up greater commotion I admit I may have misspoken But everything that you want is already broken In the clear you can hear the ocean Every tide is washing up greater commotion I admit I may have misspoken But everything that you want is already broken These stranger's hands Wrapped round my sickly spine In these troubled times I call out to you What else can I do But grow fat and rich off your currency Oh, the pace I keep will catch up to me Wait and see It's hard to see And harder to breathe Beneath the surf Whatever sums Whatever comes It must converge And under your dress I may regress to infancy And under, above There is no love like lunacy These stranger's hands Wrapped round my sickly spine In these troubled times I call out to you What else can I do But grow fat and rich off that currency The pace I keep will catch up to me I'll just wait and see These stranger's hands Wrapped round my sickly spine In these troubled times I call out to you What else can I do Grow fat and rich off that currency Oh, the pace I keep will catch up to me I'll just wait and see I admit I may have misspoken But everything that you want is already broken In the clear you can hear the ocean Every tide is washing up greater commotion