The Hands Above Me

Emily Jane White

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Gonna write a note to the hands above me
Gonna ask them on which side do they air
And I watch the pendulum swing before me
And I hold my breath and vanish into thin air

You dwell upon those whom you abandon
Eyes be true, you betray those who uphold you

Gonna light a flame under the hands above me
Gonna see just how much truth do they air
And I watch the pendulum swing before me
As they cover up all that is there

I’ve tried to understand the ways of this land
And in truth, America, the lights are dimming on you
Gonna write a note to the hands above me
Gonna ask them on which side do they air