The Maccabees - Seventeen Hands lyrics

Call out the soft sound The four letter word that you found, call it out Call out the soft sound and make it 'round Everyone together, hell for leather over good ground All caught up and love struck All caught up in love struck hands, struck hands You're all caught up and love struck Never seem to get enough and everything you wanted Gonna get it go aesthetic go Hold out your left one The number three finger from your thumb And put it on, put it on the left one And lay it down one upon the other As a measure of the way it stands All caught up and love struck All caught up in love struck hands, struck hands You're all caught up and mud stuck Money made on good luck and everything you wanted Gonna get it go aesthetic go So call out you're all fired up, you're all fired up Call it out Call out you're all fired up, you're all fired up Call it out Call out if you're love struck All caught up with love struck hands around Call out, you found it out 'Cause you always would set it up only to let up Hey, hey, those are silver hairs on your father's chin And on your mother's head Hey, hey, those are still laughter lines on your father's brow And 'round your mother's eyes