Black Hand Lyrics & Tabs by Anita Lipnicka & John Porter

Black Hand

guitar chords lyrics

Anita Lipnicka & John Porter

His black hand
on my white belly
and I can't even pronounce his name

The saxophone
keeps on playing playing
origami birds fly above my head.
I'm 15
and I miss home
but only happy letters get across the sea
If not your eyes
that saw it all
I could easily pretend it was just a dream.
Dear Anna,
It's good you don't keep in touch.
How would we talk about it now?

Dear Anna,
It's good you don't keep in touch.
How would we talk about it now?