the wrong hands

i still wear these worn out jeans
i have to wear long-johns underneath
down by the harbour there's a cool cool breeze
did you ever wonder if oceans can freeze?

the strings on my fathers old guitar
the positions of the northern star
the clock-like beat of the budgies heart
tick, tick, tick, now you know where you are

i tried the light therapy
from the xerox-machine
the gentle beat of a tambourine

and it's not like i can't stand
to see you with another man
i just don't want to see good love
fall into the wrong hands

behind the craze there's a pretty sunset
the water shines like tiny bells
i feel the warmth in a cigarette
but everything else

and it's not like i can't stand
to see you with another man
i just don't want to see good love
fall into the wrong hands

i tried the light therapy
from the xerox-machine
the gentle beat of a tambourine

and it's not like i can't stand
to see you ruin our plans
i just don't want to see good love
fall into the wrong hands
fall into the wrong hands