Woodcut Lyrics - Singles - Jenny Owen Youngs

I've still got three fingers left on this hand 

Take off your belt and I'll do what I can for you 

You sure look like you could be some kind of fun 

Maybe it's true you're more gifted than most 

You'll still be remembered by the notch in my bedpost 

Laughed in your wake 

At the break of the day that comes after 

There's no one above me to stain my fierce hands 

No, you don't love me, don't you say that you do 

Cause you can't 

Be my pleasure to sit here 

And talk with you all day 

But there's no part of me that's not wasting away 

As we speak of these dreams, 

Promise might be but never are 

Oh, change is beyond me 

I'm helpless to start 

Don't try to touch me 

I'll just rip apart 

All the people and things 

I wish that I knew how to care for 

There's no one above me to stain my fierce hands 

No, you don't love me, don't you say that you do 

You - you can't. 

There's no one above me to stain my fierce hands 

No, you don't love me, don't you say that you do 

Cause you can't.