(Hands yeah yeah yeah) You say you're better with Come on lay your hands, your hands on me In the dark silence so loud You only gotta lay your hands on me We don't have to talk 'cause talk is cheap I've been thinking about it I've been thinking all night

Everybody's talking about heaven like they just can't wait to go Saying how it's gonna be so good, so beautiful Lying next to you, in this bed with you, I ain't convinced 'Cause, I don't know how, I don't know how heaven, heaven Could be better than this

Stop don't stop don't stop Giving me things Laughing about it Stop don't stop don't stop I said Walk little walk Small talk big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street two streets I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings

(Don't talk to me) Don't talk to me about being alone They come and they come and they come and they come I accepted with a gentle tongue (Talk to me) He's got his work and she comes easy They each come around when the other is gone Me, I think I got

Don't put me out I won't talk about lovin' you Cause I'm gonna be about lovin' you How could I have stooped so low (How could I have stooped so low) Baby now I realize All of those times I told you I loved you I just didn't show it

Please, don't talk about me when I'm gone We're parting--you go your way, I'll go mine It's best that we do Here's a kiss; I hope that this brings lots of luck to you Oh, honey, though our friendship ceases from now on And, listen, if you can't say

You should be alone Yeah, you should be alone You should be alone with me We could be alone Yeah, we could be alone But never get too low on me Oh oh oh oh oh, Oh oh oh oh oh oh So what if I don't have a lot to talk about?

We're gonna crack your little souls (why don't you quiet down?) There are many things to talk about Be constructive There are weapons we can use Be constructive with your blues Even when it's only warnings Even when you talk the war games Oh why don't

That same old song (woah oh) Ride with us on Friday night See if we don't burn it up See if we ain't crankin' Hank Sippin' on a little somethin' strong I hear there's folks Tired of us talking about dirt roads Tailgates, tan lines and corn rows It sounds

There goes my hero Watch him as he goes He's ordinary Truth or consequence, say it aloud Use that evidence, race it around Too alarmin' now to talk about Take your pictures down and shake it out Don't the best of them bleed it out While the rest of them