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Hands Like Houses - Hurricane
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hands Like Houses
Hands Like Houses
Performer
Alexander Pearson
Alexander Pearson
Electric Guitar
Matthew Luke Cooper
Matthew Luke Cooper
Electric Guitar
Matthew Zygmunt Parkitny
Matthew Zygmunt Parkitny
Drums
Trenton Woodley
Trenton Woodley
Lead Vocals
Joel Tyrrell
Joel Tyrrell
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Pearson
Alexander Pearson
Songwriter
Matthew Luke Cooper
Matthew Luke Cooper
Songwriter
Matthew Zygmunt Parkitny
Matthew Zygmunt Parkitny
Songwriter
Trenton Woodley
Trenton Woodley
Songwriter
Callan William Orr
Callan William Orr
Songwriter
Joel Tyrrell
Joel Tyrrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alexander Pearson
Alexander Pearson
Producer
Callan William Orr
Callan William Orr
Producer

Lyrics

I'm bound up and broken Caught out in the open Tape over my mouth With so much left unsaid Like gathering thunder We spoke over each other Now strangers tied to opposite sides of the bed You told me I'm careless Unkind and defensive When all I want is someone there to hold me close I don't mean to be heartless I'm trying my hardest to think before I speak But I'm voiceless I'll bide my time Watch the hurricane blow by and the clouds run dry I'll bite my tongue And hold on 'til my hands go numb or the quiet comes Soaked through to my skin but I don't feel any different I'm a shivering mess of doubt and recklessness I know it's my fault I'm stuck out here in the cold But it's hard letting go of what I wish you'd said 'Cause you told me I'm careless Unkind and defensive When all I want is someone there to hold me close I'll bide my time Watch the hurricane blow by and the clouds run dry I'll bite my tongue And hold on 'til my hands go numb or the quiet comes Don't tell me I'm broken (As I'm blowing out to sea) Don't leave me high and dry (It's swirling over me) As I spin in slow motion (A tide of chattering teeth) Unravel and unwind White-knuckled Nails torn from grasping the boards as the storm rages inside of me Opened my mouth Tried to force something out But I'm just too exhausted to speak I'll bide my time Watch the hurricane blow by and the clouds run dry I'll bite my tongue And hold on 'til my hands go numb or the quiet comes I'll bide my time Watch the hurricane blow by and the clouds run dry I'll bite my tongue And hold on 'til my hands go numb or the quiet comes
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