Текст песни Clare Bowditch — Your Other Hand

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Black dog, thick the fog
Yellow fog that rubs its back against the window*
You're sure there must be more
You're sure, but you're drinking anyway

Sweet pain
Back again, back again
And now you've really started thinking
What if this is it
Take the wheel, baby
Take the wheel, baby, now

No more wasting
Your life chasing dead ideals
See the past, it's gone
Let's roll on with the show

Oh love, love, love
We don't understand
How to be human
It's a simply sum
Hold your other hand

Oh love, love, love
How we long for land
For a ship that's able handed
Go walk the plank
Go take the dive
Big life

One night you start a fight
With yourself about your wealth of imperfections
Don't read the stupid magazines
Don't read them if you don't feel like a laugh

So who cares what you wear
Choose to bear
Whatever gets your motor rolling
Feeling sadder, doesn't matter
Take the wheel, baby
Take the wheel, baby, now

No more wasting
Your life chasing dead ideals
See the past, it's gone
Let's roll on with the show

Oh love, love, love
We don't understand
How to be human
It's a simple sum
Hold your other hand

Oh love, love, love
How we long for land
For a ship that's able handed
Go walk the plank
Go take the dive
Big life

No more wasting
Your life chasing dead ideals
See the past, it's gone
Let's roll on with the show

Oh love, love, love
We don't understand
How to be human
It's a simple sum
Hold your other hand

Oh love, love, love
How we long for land
For a ship that's able handed
Go walk the plank
Go take the dive
Big life

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