Reaching For Cold Hands

eaching for cold hands
I still don’t know where things stand
Been to cities, changed the sheets
Where time explodes just to burn out in the streets
Comrades have a certain holiness
That leads to bitter loneliness
Why is it that at any place
I get a feeling which I can’t escape

I stick to the tried and true
I won’t be good enough for you
But what is good enough for you
Wake me up and yell at me
Then maybe you don’t fall asleep
Maybe we won’t fall asleep
Maybe we’ll unlearn ourselves someday
And love each other in an unselfish way

You be the judge
Do I expect too much
Before you talk to me I should mention
I’m just attentive cause I seek attention
You be the judge
Let me rephrase
I’m not human but who is these days
But then again why is it that I see in any face
A feeling which I can’t escape

I stick to the tried and true
I won’t be good enough for you
But what is good enough for you
Wake me up and yell at me
Then maybe you don’t fall asleep
Maybe we won’t fall asleep
Maybe we’ll unlearn ourselves someday
And love each other in an unselfish way