Flat Hand Lyrics - Singles - Freakwater

Flat hand, open palm 

Your mouth was screaming, your eyes were calm 

Flat land, 23rd Psalm 

Little Bo Peep, your sheep done gone 

Flat hand to leave no trace 

Mark where the nail went, left a scratch across your face 

Flat land, glittering strand 

Lovers angels banished from the sand 

No eyes shine brighter 

To the flailing, failing fighter 

Who once held above her head 

A glowing trembling lighter 

No heart pounds harder to the sinking, drinking martyr 

Who trembled on the bank 

As her last dream boat sank 

Beneath the deep and sleepless water 

Holy Mary, hold the phone 

I want a little baby thats all my own 

Hold the line, hold me tight 

I got a hole in my arm and I cant get it right 

Holy flesh, howlin bones 

Run off and left me, all alone 

Hopped up boy, hothouse frail 

I got a hole in my arm and I know, Im bound to fail 

Blood of my blood is what you are 

No wise mans gift sent from afar 

Blood of my blood flows through your veins 

And bound our hearts in crimson chains