Sheep, Dog & Wolf – Big Hands Lyrics

Big Hands – Sheep, Dog & Wolf Lyrics

Big hands, veins strain against the skin

Even when he was a younger man

Big hair, well, not any more

Dark clumps fall from a scalp that I've never seen before

Spread thin

But he'll live, right?

He'll win, right?

And it won't, right?

But if he's got to go

Please at least let him die slow

Crooked smile cracks open like the sun

Teeth crowding in that face I love

Bright eyes still crinkle and shine

His strength is mine

And I'm almost fooled that he'll be alright

Spread thin

But he'll live, right?

Hе'll win, right?

And it won't, right?

But if he's got to go

Please at lеast let him die slow

A good man, kind, gentle, quiet, and strong

A lullaby, lyrics slightly wrong

String arms throw me through the air

Or hold me tight on a strange kerbside

Fighting through the tears

Spread thin

But he'll live, right?

He'll win, right?

And it won't, right?

But if he's got to go

Please at least let him die

Please at least let him die

Please at least let him die

Big hands etched in my mind's eye

On my neck as I walk beside

Big hair, tokens I'll hold to my chest

But there's so much left

Fragment of the whole

Spread thin

But he'll live, right?

He'll win, right?

And it won't, right?

I know he's got to go, but

Please at least let him die slow

Let him die slow