my hands are open, my soul is on fire   and i'm walking my way back to you      cut from a landscape, so bold and abrasive   i played down canal for my food      i sucked in the air, and i spit it back out   as a fever unwound in my chest      my hands are open, my soul is on fire   and i'm walking,    i'm walking, i'm walking,   i'm walking, i'm      i play to the waters. where some mothers daughters   are itching their gypsy feet raw      the band plays behind me, we march into liberty   something inside of me turns      maddened to silence, i'm blowing out violence   it's spilling all over my shirt      i'm goin' down as the crowd gathers around   but i'm walking, i'm walking   i'm walking, i'm walking, i'm      i'm wired to the sidewalk again   lover now my hands are blistered   i'm soaked in nothing but wine   when i float to the surface   i'll find out your purpose   and hunt down your cellophane eyes