Hospital Handshakes - Rocky Votolato

Is this an exercise or an exorcism?

Firework pilots fly towards the explosion in the sky

The bright coloured lights suffer in the horizon of my mind

I’m a patient with no patience

Hospital handshakes

We must each be broken if we’re ever to be made new again

The current of this currency is pain

Painting me golden

You’re a ghost in the sun

A massacre on the winter

Silence, see deafening defeat

Drowning in minor seconds

Til there’s no line between the truth and the lies we’re all hiding behind

If it’s a choice, what will we decide?

When we choose sides between the darkness and the light

We must each be broken if we’re ever to be made new again

The current of this currency is pain

Painting me golden

Painting me golden

Painting me

She held my hands and walked me back from the ledge where I was standing

My father sent me to my mother to be punished no longer

I’m gonna heal up now from this trauma

I’ve closed the window

Shorten the shadows

Hospital handshakes

We must each be broken if we’re ever to be made new again

The current of this currency is pain

Painting me golden

Painting me golden

Painting me

Painting me gold