Both Hands

If I’m not losing sleep, I’m probably over it
Might take a couple beats for me to decide
Didn’t think you’d take this long to make up the lost time
Can’t help wondering why it still feels like
Both hands over my eyes
Both hands over my eyes
Both hands over my eyes
Both hands over my eyes
Sometimes twice a week, we make ourselves vulnerable
We get a little peek over enemy lines
Even as what weighs on me is bubbling over
I understand I can’t sweat what mystery hides
Both hands over my eyes
Both hands over my eyes
Both hands over my eyes
Both hands over my eyes