Cameron Smith • Sur Duda - Long Hands

Every face in this place
Has got something to hide
I've been thinking a lot
About where I call home
Every square inch of space
In this room is occupied
And in a crowd this size
I'm always alone

Sifting between every crack
In all those translucent social panes
Out the window in the back
Where you watch the outside world play
And you're busting at the seams
Just to go against the grain
But you can't find it in yourself
And so you go ahead and play their games

There used to be a place
You could go to be yourself
Until the people you knew there
All found better shit to do
And they sold all their dreams
For a box of sleeping pills
And their only real thrill
Is hitting "snooze"
In the afternoon

Oh it's fine, no really
It's been an okay day
I'm living slow so I don't mind
I can hardly feel the time fade away
It's like watching the long hands
On the clock at school or work
Time passes us by
Like I was younger
When I sang those words

Written by:
Cameron Smith • Sur Duda

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