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A vocalist performs a lyrical monologue about an intimate relationship built on touch and silence. Fingertips on the face, pulling in and pushing away. These moments stay private, never mentioned to friends or bragged about drunk.
A vocalist performs a lyrical monologue about an intimate relationship built on touch and silence. Fingertips on the face, pulling in and pushing away. These moments stay private, never mentioned to friends or bragged about drunk.
This is called "The Things That We Do." I play me. Picture-perfect kind of reality. In this dialogue, we don't have to speak. There's certain things that we do we don't talk about. Just between me, you, no one else around. You say all you need to say. Fingertips on my face, pull me in, push me away. These are the things that we do, just the things that we do. I don't feel the need to tell all my friends about where the conversation goes with your hands. And I know when you're 2 or 3 drinks in that you're not gonna brag to the boys about where you've been. There's certain things that we do we don't talk about, just between me and you, no one else around. And you say all you need to say with your fingertips on my face, pull me in. And push me away. These are the things that we do. Just the things that we do. You make it so easy to let you see all of me. The things that we do, the things that we do, we don't talk about. Just between me and you, no one else around. You say all you I need to stay with your fingertips on my face, pull me and push me away. These are the things that we do, just the things that we do.
