Hands Like Houses — This Ain’t No Place For Animals

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[Verse 1]
The gasoline is mixing with the oxygen
In this carousel the silence is so surreal
I’ve been misled down empty streets
To a heart that never beats with a body that I can’t keep
And we’re blessed with these, these horrors for highways
This city turns, no longer content to just brush shoulders
Have we lost our touch?

[Verse 2]
A light goes on, we throw our blankets aside
And it’s been hours now and we still know nothing
We still know nothing
The scars just don’t heal the same when we collide
I’d never say that we step to the other side
To keep us from brushing shoulders
Well, it’s collisions we need to remind us that we’re alive

[Chorus]
I’ll never say that you make me sick
But you’re turning all the questions to cancers, whoa
Someone call in the emergency
And we’ll peel back the dressings so we can see
The kind of things that the surgeons see
When the blood work won’t give us the answers, whoa
They’ll never tell us, ’cause they don’t know what’s killing us

[Verse 3]
My heart’s at a million miles an hour and we brace for the impact
It makes time stand still
Forcing momentum into a moment
So for a split second I see your face
In between all the broken glass, hanging like a mobile
And this is a picture we’ll never quite forget

[Bridge]
The surgeons pick, they pick at my body
(Their fingers dance, they dance all around me)
The surgeons pick, they pick at my body
(Their fingers dance, they dance all around me)
Hold still while they pick at my body
(Their fingers dance, they’ll dance all around me)
Hold still while they pick at my body
They’ll dance all around me
Breathe your anesthetic words to slow us down
Tear back the skin to find the chase, a pulse back home

[Chorus]
I’ll never say that you make me sick
But you’re turning all the questions to cancers, whoa
Someone call in the emergency
And we’ll peel back the dressings so we can see
The kind of things that the surgeons see
When the blood work won’t give us the answers, whoa
They’ll never tell us, ’cause they don’t know what’s killing us