Both Hands
Ani DiFranco 1990
Like I Said 1993
More Joy, Less Shame 1996
Living In Clip 1997
Sacramento 10.25.03 2004
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I am walking out in the rain, 
And I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again.
And I am getting nowhere with you,
And I can't let it go, and I can't get through...
The old woman behind the pink curtains and the closed door 
On the first floor,
She's listening through the air shaft
To see how long our swan song can last.
 
And both hands, now use both hands.
Oh, no don't close your eyes.
I am writing graffiti on your body.
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried.

I am watching your chest rise and fall
Like the tides of my life, and the rest of it all.
And your bones have been my bedframe,
And your flesh has been my pillow.
I am waiting for sleep to offer up the deep with both hands.
In each other's shadows we grew less and less tall
And eventually our theories couldn't explain it all.
And I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall,
And eventually the landlord will come and paint over it all.

And I am walking out in the rain,
And I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again.
And I am getting nowhere with you,
And I can't let it go, and I can't get though.

So now use both hands.
Please use both hands.
Oh, no don't close your eyes.
I am writing graffiti on your body.
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried.
Hard we tried,
How hard we tried.
Ani DiFranco