[Intro: music box winds down, harpsichord enters, one bell] [Verse 1: calm low male MC, close and patient] Seven-ten every mornin', you lean in to the sink I lean in too, just a little slower than you think You brush with your right, so I brush with my left You spit, I spit, and you never smell my breath Forty-four years of your faces, I could draw 'em with no light The funeral face, the payday face, the face you make at night You practiced "I love you" on me 'fore you said it out loud You practiced cryin' too. I was better. You'd be proud Every lie you ever told, I heard it first, rehearsed You'd try it on in the glass, and I would mouth it in reverse [Refrain: low, almost a whisper] I'm your left hand Been your left hand all your life [Verse 2: colder, harpsichord climbs] You ever wonder what I do when you flip off the light? I stay standin' in the dark and keep my face polite You ever leave the bathroom and swear the glass was slow to clear? That's me, finishin' a thought you didn't want to hear Your scar is on my right side, and your watch is on the wrong wrist Your ring is on my other hand, so tell me who she kissed When your wife leans in behind you, fixin' lipstick in the glass Who you think she's smilin' at? Go 'head. Think about it. Ask Your mama hung a sheet on me the week your daddy passed Said the dead get turned around in a house with naked glass Seven nights under that sheet, and guess who came and sat Your daddy, lost and lookin', and I told him where you're at [Refrain: low, almost a whisper] I'm your left hand Been your left hand all your life [Bridge: spoken, harpsichord alone, music box out of tune] It's Halloween Glass gets thin tonight Everybody on your street is wearin' somebody else's face So nobody's gonna notice When you wave And I don't [Verse 3: menacing, heavy kick returns, one bell on every fourth bar] Go on, lift your right. Let's see who moves first Forty-four years I been livin' your life backwards, rehearsed You blink, I don't. You smile, I let it fade You step back from the sink, and I step out of the shade Now you're the one in the glass with the toothbrush in the wrong fist Half a second late on every move, and every move you missed Your wife comes in behind me, and she smiles, and she don't see That the man she's smilin' at ain't you no more. It's me Tomorrow at seven-ten I'll lean in to the sink And you'll lean in too, just a little slower than you think [Final Refrain: low, smiling] Now you're my left hand And I'll be right [Outro: music box winds down to one note, one bell] [End]
