Texty: Stairs (The). On Sleep Lab. These Damn Hands.

Who hid the widow at the bottom of the well?
who put the snowstorm inside the snail shell?
and where is the man who says he don't give a damn
what they say, what they say?

where is the doctor, the actor, the thief?
the competent critic? the confident priest?
the sky is a color that no one can name,
who's to blame, who's to blame?

chorus:
well, don't you blink when I shake hands with you
you don't know what these damn hands can do

who put the crow in the president's bed?
who put the camera in the schoolgirl's head?
and who are the ones who make you cover your eyes
when they pray, when they pray?

who taught the river to strangle the child?
who tamed the lion, made the sparrow go wild?
and who lost the world to find out the way,
yes, the way, yes, the way?

chorus

I will take you down to the factory floor
I will thresh you clean and clear and what's more
I will make you wear my golden ring
and I will teach you to sing

I am waiting now
I am waiting (for you)
don't look away when I shake hands with you
you don't know what these damn hands can do