Violet Hands Lyrics

Here I am on the back deck,

Here I am with my violet hands,

smoking too many cigarettes.

And I see you through the window,

Deep within your rest.

I could be standing on that mound of dirt,

But here I am on the back deck.

At least I'm not dwelling on what everything's worth.

Cause it's too early in the morning

Or too late at night; everyone is sleeping.

Here I am on the back deck,

Here I am with my violet hands,

Under a violet, twilight sky.

Looking out into the fields

We've run through so many times…

We burned their crops, made a sacrifice,

Saying, Fuck the man, fuck the man.

And I was standing on that mound of dirt

And wood and rocks, screaming: I can see!

I can see! I can see! Oh whatever that means.

I can see! I can see! I can see!

Something's gonna change again.

Same old shit to one was the world to another.

And this is our world for now, but not for long.

Here I am, on the back deck,

Here I am with my violet hands

Under a violet twilight sky.

Maybe when the sun rises,

I might put out this cigarette,

And join you in your rest.

This is our world for now

And I'll forget about the rest.

For now, for now, forget about the rest.

For now, I'll forget about the rest, for now...