My Hands Burn

My hands burn for you
My hands burn for you
As I fill the sink with dirty
Remnants of a simple meal
Webs and silverfish
Speak of your last wish
And hold their breath for you
So do not move
And do not think
Just let it be
Later on we’ll see
My hands burn for you
My hands learn for you
As I lift them empty to the sky
And ask the good Lord why oh why
We must fill our smiles
With these broken bones
And hold our breath for you