Bright Eyes The Movement Of A Hand Lyrics

The Movement Of A Hand Lyrics

You follow the footsteps echoes leading down a hall to a room. There is music
playing tiny bells with moving parts. Here the shadows make things ugly, an
effect quite undesirable. The bold and yellow daylight grows like ivy across
the wall and bounces off of the painted porcelain, tiny dancing doll. Her body
spins, as she pirouettes again, the world suddenly seems small. On an off
white, subtle morning you stretch your legs in the front seat. The road has
made a vacuum where our voices used to be. And you lay your head onto my
shoulder, pour like water over me. So if I just exist for the next ten minutes
of this drive that would be fine. And all the trees that line this curb would
be rejoicing and alive. Soon all the joy that pours from everything makes
fountains of your eyes because you finally understand the movement of a hand
waving you good-bye.