Текст песни the book on how to change part II - Hand Habits

When i want to misbehave
I think about my mothers grave
And the book on how to change
Wasn't written in one day

If i had to rearrange
The messages they take their shape
Like photographs taken from
The book on how to change

You are an anchor, holding
Holding me under
I don't have that memory

Waking from the deepest sleep
The difference between life and dream
I thought i heard your voice
It was just the tv screen

So on the brightest clear blue day
A boomerang, an aeroplane
Suddenly wanting to negotiate

You are an anchor, holding
Holding me under
I don't have that memory
No i don't have that memory
No i don't have that memory
No i don't have that

You can't survive on milk alone
Or carving mirrors out of stone
I thought i heard your voice
It was just the telephone

So when i want to feel misplaced
I think about my mother's face
And the book on how to change
Never taught me anything