Pointing At The Moon, Staring At Your Hand Lyrics

I don’t mean to be rude
But I noticed the shape of your neck
Guess there’s nothing to do
But wait till there’s nobody left

From the passenger seat
I’m jealous of sun on your face
Oh god I wish it was me
I watch it steal a kiss as I ache

For you
You
For you
I am a fist
I am a knife
For you
You
For you
I am a fist
I am a knife

You’re pointing up at the moon
I’m staring at your hand
You say it’s yours if you choose
You just don’t understand

It’s you
You
For you
I am a fist
I am a knife
You
You
For you
I am a fist
I am a knife

Don’t you just stand at my doorway
Pretending not to know I’m longing
I wish you weren’t so polite
For you I am a fist I am a knife
You, you, for you
I am a fist I am a knife

It’s you
You
For you
I am a fist
I am a knife
You
You
For you
I am a fist
I am a knife