Weak Hands - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Long leg, short leg

Sweetbread? Po-faced

Whose place? Weak hands, embrace

Weekend disgrace

Jump on my grave, weak hands, embrace

Every time I've run too soon, reminded of it

I am always

"Look at you running, my friend, to that desert in the sky"

To your defense, our journey starts before we're even here

My dear, my hologram, my lord of mirrors

It's coming

Waiting to be let down

Long leg, short leg

You can't always save face

It's bound to fade

It's how it's made

Jump on my grave, weak hands, embrace

Every time I've run too soon, reminded of it

I am always

"Look at you running, my friend, to that desert in the sky"

To your defense, our journey starts before we're even here

My dear, my hologram, my lord of mirrors

It's coming

Waiting to be let down

Long leg, short leg

Sweetbread? Po-faced

Whose place? Weak hands, embrace

Weekend disgrace

Jump on my grave, weak hands, embrace

Every time I've run too soon, reminded of it

I am always

"Look at you running, my friend, to that desert in the sky"

To your defense, our journey starts before we're even here

My dear, my hologram, my lord of mirrors

It's coming

You're waiting to be let down