Visiting Hours - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Drifted along, lost soul, so what do you know now about forgiveness?

Peel the wallpaper back to reveal scumbag, staggering reminder

Ended alone, punch drunk, you must admit adrift from the beginning

But it takes a strong girl to see when she’s weak in the knees and stone blind

Oh, and memory’s always up for a visit

Ah, but memory’s only out for itself

You see my hands can still speak

It seems I can do just what I want to

I can lift up a pen and begin to put an end to the smell

And all the young men that pass will not ask after the fate that awaits them

They will aspire peace of mind and return to the cards they were dealt

Oh, but memory’s always up for a visit

Oh, and memory’s only out for itself

No, you can’t give it away

Arms around it

Fate, the confusion of the butterfly in the diving bell