Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves
The hammer goes up and down
And hits the nail, on the head each time
That's the point

I write 1998
It's getting hard to go to sleep at night
And hard to get up in the morning
I tell myself, I'm going too hard, too rash, too long, too long

But this is not the truth
There's no sign of no big break down
It's just these little things that keep putting me of the track
Yeah, I have a notion of moving around in circles
Things just keep getting worse and worse
'Till they get all the way around
And then everything turns out alright

In one single flash I see a bookshelf
Computer, cigarettes, photograph, pens and pencils
Pop-table curtains carpet

A doctor tried to cure me on these ills
I stopped seeing her
I heard nothing more about being mentally ill

In one single flash comes words, no poetry
Did you put on weight
I take two, not one
A man with one arm
Best beer ever to come out of Belgium
If we kept drinking like this we wouldn't have to eat
It's not like we really hate food, we hate our friends, the lemonheads
VCR, last goodbyes, this was not the time for old I love you's

This nail is bent and broken, straighten it out with the hands of love
This is where the hammer hits, this is his golden tongue
That speaks no more, this is his hand that will never move
This is his arm well, this is where the hammer hit, this is when the tore apart
This nail is bent and broken, straighten it out with the hands of love

With the hands of love, with the hands of love
With the hands of love yeah, with the hands of love, yeah
With the hands of love yeah, with the hands of love
With the hands of love, with the hands of love, yeah
With the hands of love, with the hands of love, yeah
With the hands of love yeah, uuh shalalala with the hands of love, yeah
Yeah yeah.. Yeah yeah.. Yeah yeah

Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves
The hammer goes up and down
And hits the nail, on the head each time
That's the point, yeah

This mechanism can succesfully be adapted to 'most everything
Things like a personality, man enters the room, feels like someone just left
Pain, loss, a modern designs, guitars and tambourines

Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves
The hammer goes up and down
And hits the nail, on the head each time
Now that's the point

I tell myself I'm going too hard, too rash, too long, too long
Yeah, I tell myself I'm going too hard, too rash, too long, too long
But this is not the truth
There's no sign of no big break down
Just these little things that keep putting me of the track
Yeah, I have a notion of moving around in circles
Things just keep getting worse and worse
'Till they get all the way around
And then everything turns out alright

In one single flash I see bookshelf
Computer, cigarettes, photograph, pens and pencils
Record Pop-table curtains carpet