Bill Wells & Aidan Moffat the tangle of us

Hungry hands never want to let you go
They feel around the find the love they'll never know
They lead you into doorways
They slip into your shirt
They find your clasps and catches
Whoever they may hurt
But drifting eyes see they're doing nothing wrong
And drunken ears can only hear a happy song
They're plugged with pish and passion
And sensitive and slow
The secret sound of sighing
Is all they want to know
You bit my lip beneath a hammer horror moon
The drunkards helped to see the tangle of her swoon
They cheered us on and whistled
As they fell to home
The city sends it's blessing
So hungry hands can roam
So walk away and let the secret die tonight
Cause I won't stop and someone needs to do what's right
Put me in a taxi
And send me to my bed
Text me words and wishes
That never can be said