Pockets Filled With Matches

Wall Of Hands
I will turn my back on this wall of handsSo I don't have to seeAll the names and all of the facesThat make up unanimityI would prefer for these betrayalsTo take place in anonymityIn every crowd on every street I'll pick you outI'll be thinking well, I guess you had toBut did you have to?Can I condone those who raise their hands to send me away?But how can I condemn when I would have done just the same?Can I call this cowardice or just self-preservation?If only you could tell me..How do you distinguish between the wind and the whisper?It's not the sound, it's the intentAnd when the rain just won't stop and I am soaked to my skinMy clothes disintegrating then I willAnd when the humiliation has just got too much and I can't stand up straightThen I will then I will then I willCan I condone those who raise their hands to send me away?Letras de cancionesBut how can I condemn when I would have done just the same?Can I call this cowardice or just self-preservation?If only you could tell me..Can I break this wall of hands down to its component parts?Scratch my name off the list if you if you wouldn't mindI would do most anything for you to say you're sorryBut that just will not happen.. that just is not going to happen. From Letras Mania