nSing into your hands ‘til everybody understandsnExactly how you feelnSprings of silver sound dripping from your fingers downnDripping from your fingers nownHang your armor outnStretch your arms above the cloudsnLet your love be loudnLet your body be a housenLet your cries drown out the crowdsnI can hear your heavy shoutsnI can hear you handing down anything you wantn(You can hand them anything you want)nAny handsome oblivious songn(grinning like a jack-o-lanternncandy hands on Halloweennthe halo hanging round your head was just the way it feltnyou can make believe it or just keep it to yourselfnshow it to your mother or just throw it down a wellnuntil it’s sticking to your fingersnand the skin around your clitorisnthe ever-present evidence for everybody elsendying with a million little invisible cellsnshow it to your lover or just throw it down the well)nEvery wordless voice and what they want to sing to menNever said a thing to menThe billboards made me illnBut I bought it stillnTheir nauseating symmetrynAt the end of everything we wasnHold your hands upnAnd let that be our love.