With your perfect hands
Tell me I am something
That I don't believe I am
Wander through my alleyways
Acquaint with all my thieves
Pick citrus from my orchards
Then rest in my dead leaves
I want to read every page
And then start again
I want to hate your enemies
And love all your friends
I'll clean all the windows
In your little shop downtown
When it's time to lock the doors at night
We'll be more than what we found
And then start again
I want to hate your enemies
And love all your friends
I'll clean all the windows
In your little shop downtown
When it's time to lock the doors at night
We'll be more than what we found