Sangtekst: Deckard. Conversation.

I met her at school under ridicule and ten stone
I hit her with a smile that hurt her for a while attention
I need a little time to find the right line it won't be easy
But these are healing hands and one of their demands is she will see me

I DIDN'T MAKE THIS CONVERSATION
FOR THE SAKE OF CONVERSATION
BUT FOR THE SAKE OF OUR RELATION
AND BECAUSE MY HEART IS RACING
I JUST DON'T MAKE CONVERSATION
FOR THE SAKE OF CONVERSATION

Swallow all my pride can I confide in you girl
The reasons are alive inside of me and evil
The truth is on fire I'm a god damn liar I can't keep smiling
But these are healing hands and one of their demands is keep on trying

IN ANOTHER HOUR OR IN ANOTHER DAY
I'VE GOT TO GET A GRIP 'CAUSE THERE'S NO OTHER WAY

HEALING HANDS ARE HITTING HARD TODAY
HEALING HANDS ARE BREAKING BONES TODAY
HEALING HANDS ARE IN DEMAND TODAY

All my thin veiled threats and my deep regrets are worthless
All my far away dreams and my stupid schemes will hurt us
Need a little time to find the right line it won't be easy
But these are healing hands and one of their demands is she will see me