This Much Counts as One · Track 4 · middle
Hand
Hand — 4 in — still used for horses. Volume: I. BODY. ANGLE: The animal is measured in palms. The palm belongs to the person who decided to stay. Sing the person or animal inside the unit, never the definition.
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Lyrics
[Intro] Easy now. Stand in the straw. [Verse 1] You are shifting your weight in the cold morning light Breathing pale clouds in the aisle I tuck my thumb tight to the line of my knuckle So my palm sits flush against your roan Starting low at the joint, moving up through the heat Stacking the skin and the bone You flinch at the chill of my fingers But I hold them steady and flat [Chorus] This is how we pull you from the wild This is how we write you in the book A ladder made of flesh against your shoulder So the buyers know exactly where to look I am making you a number they can trade But it is my palm on your coat Keeping you safe [Verse 2] Some dead king decided the width of this rule But tonight it is only my grip Smelling of cedar and sweet feed and leather Counting the climb to your mane My wrists ache from hauling the water But they memorize the slope of your chest My body knows the distance in the dark now Without a single number to suggest [Chorus] This is how we pull you from the wild This is how we write you in the book A ladder made of flesh against your shoulder So the buyers know exactly where to look I am making you a number they can trade But it is my palm on your coat Keeping you safe [Bridge] When I reach the high ridge of your withers You will finally be tall enough to sell The ledger demands an exactness That a human touch was never meant to tell But they do not bring a stick of cold iron They trust the flat of my hand to be true [Outro] One more over the other Stand still You are beautiful, and you are leaving Just one more left to go And my hand falls away from your shoulder A little bit too slow