Pandora gave me this band sometime in August. I love this song. Wish the band still existed. Oh well.

I’m sick of electronic fingers
And voices through receivers
Give me hands

I’m sick of neurotic picture-makers
And heady confrontation
Give me heart

I’m over cigarettes burned to the filters
And cold that hurts my fingers
Give me gloves

I’m over lonely picture-makers
Who scatter their hearts
Give me guts