my hands are open, my soul is on fire
and i'm walking my way back to you
cut from a landscape, so bold and abrasive
i played down canal for my food
i sucked in the air, and i spit it back out
as a fever unwound in my chest
my hands are open, my soul is on fire
and i'm walking,
i'm walking, i'm walking,
i'm walking, i'm
i play to the waters. where some mothers daughters
are itching their gypsy feet raw
the band plays behind me, we march into liberty
something inside of me turns
maddened to silence, i'm blowing out violence
it's spilling all over my shirt
i'm goin' down as the crowd gathers around
but i'm walking, i'm walking
i'm walking, i'm walking, i'm
i'm wired to the sidewalk again
lover now my hands are blistered
i'm soaked in nothing but wine
when i float to the surface
i'll find out your purpose
and hunt down your cellophane eyes