And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about “I want you with me” and “don’t go”.
Well she came round here and nobody could speak her name And she talked in circles like she needed someone else to blame And everybody prayed she would go back from where she came The sun didn’t shine and for forty days all it did was rain