Movement Of A Hand Lyrics - Fevers & Mirrors - Bright Eyes

You follow the footsteps 

Echoes leading down the hall 

To a room, there's music playing 

Tiny bells with moving parts 

Here the shadows make things ugly 

An effect quite undesirable 

And the bold and yellow daylight 

Grows like ivy across the walls 

And it bounces off of the painted porcelain 

A tiny dancing doll 

Her body spins as she pirouettes again 

The world suddenly seems small 

On an off white, subtle morning 

You stretch your legs in the front seat 

And the road has made a vacuum 

Where our voices used to be 

An' you lay your head onto my shoulder 

Pour like water over me 

So if I just exist for the next ten minutes 

Of this drive, that will be fine 

And all these trees that line this curb 

Would be rejoicing and alive