Pessimism Goes To Work

What I wouldn't give just to listen, my hands in your hands

What I wouldn't give just to imagine my face in your hands

What I wouldn't give just to abandon myself to your hands

But it never seems to work itself out like that

But it never seems to work itself out like that

Pessimism goes to work, pessimism works itself

Inside, when the weather is warm, I am shivering

Inside, when the weather is warm, I am shivering

And all the poets painted lives to live in

For girls with blue eyes lifting curtains up to crowded rooms

Some have it so easy

Some have it so easy

I can't be like that, so sorry

I can't be like that, so sorry that

Seems it always wants to work itself out like that

Pessimism goes to work, pessimism pulls one over

What I wouldn't give just to abandon myself to your hands