Black Hand Lyrics - Anita Lipnicka & John Porter

John Porter Inside Story cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2005-9-17
length: 3:20
His black hand
on my white belly
and I can't even p___ounce his name

The saxophone
keeps on playing
origami birds fly above my head.

I'm 15
and I miss home
but only happy letters get across the sea

If not your eyes
that saw it all
I could easily pretend it was just a dream.

Dear Anna,
It's good you don't keep in touch.
How would we talk about it now?

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CD 1
  • 1 Black Hand
  • 2 Death of a Love
  • 3 Such a Shame
  • 4 You Never Know
  • 5 Hold On
  • 6 Tell Me, Tell Me
  • 7 It Hurts
  • 8 Monday
  • 9 Missing
  • 10 Waiting for a Thief
  • 11 One More Step