The Wrong Hands

I still wear these worn out jeans I have to wear long-johns undeneath Down by the harbour there's a cool cool breeze I've never wondered if oceans can freeze Strings on my fathers old guitar the position of the northern star the clock-like beat of the budgies heart tick-tick-tick now they know where you are I try the light () from the Xerox-machine the gentle beat of a tambourine And it's like I can't stand to see you with another man I just don't wanna see good love fall into the wrong hands Behind the craze there's a pretty sunset water shines like tiny bells I feel the warmth in the cigarette but everything else And it's like I can't stand to see you with another man I just don't wanna see good love fall into the wrong hands I try the light () from the Xerox-machine the gentle beat of a tambourine And it's like I can't stand to see you ruin our plans I just don't wanna see good love fall into the wrong hands fall into the wrong hands