Laughing Hands

Cold air, high up on the ledge

Your hands go numb,

right on the edge A stranger in the mirror laughs too loud

Then goes quiet, lost in a heavy cloud

Locked on the roof,

looking down below

Counting cash in the booth,

moving slow

(yeah,

moving slow)

Hands go numb in the frozen air We're just soft crime,

hiding everywhere Night-drive clarity,

stars align Looking for a sign,

running out of time (out of time)

Inside the booth, counting bills in the dark

Soft crime pop leaving a heavy mark

The mirror image laughs and then fades away

Nothing left for us to say

On the roof... Where our fingers turn to stone

(so cold)

In the dark, we are all alone

Hands go numb in the frozen air We're just soft crime,

hiding everywhere Night-drive clarity,

stars align Looking for a sign,

running out of time (running out of time)

Hands go numb... (silent laughs,

then

quiet)