Good With My Hands by Weber - Zona

Good With My Hands by Weber - Zona

Lyrics

[Long melodic phrases. Sung not spoken. Legato vocals. Continuous groove. No breakdowns. Keep drums and bass present throughout. Build through layers. Flow across line breaks. Stretch vowels. Hook-driven melodies.]

[Verse 1]

You keep saying you’ve been working late

Funny how your stories always change

I don’t mind a little mystery

But you keep leaving fingerprints on everything

You call it bad luck

I call it a pattern

You call it timing

I call it a habit

Either way you’re making quite a mess

[Pre-Chorus]

Lucky for you

I’m good with my hands

[Chorus]

I’m good with my hands

I can fix a broken zipper

Fix a record when it skips

Fix a picture hanging crooked

Fix a sentence on your lips

I’m good with my hands

But baby here’s the problem

Some things don’t come apart in pieces

They come apart in plans

And I’m good with my hands

[Verse 2]

You keep showing up with perfect lines

Like they came with the shirt and matching tie

Everybody loves the polished version

I always liked what’s hiding underneath

You sell confidence

Like it’s wholesale

But every little crack

Tells a different tale

And I’ve been reading subtitles all along

[Pre-Chorus]

Lucky for you

I’m good with my hands

[Chorus]

I’m good with my hands

I can fix a broken zipper

Fix a record when it skips

Fix a picture hanging crooked

Fix a sentence on your lips

I’m good with my hands

But baby here’s the problem

Some things don’t come apart in pieces

They come apart in plans

And I’m good with my hands

[verse 3 - beat change and fun]

Look

You got charm

You got timing

You got confidence for miles

Got a smile that says forever

And attention spans of five

Everybody buys the package

I was reading all the terms

You were selling me a future

While avoiding all the verbs

That’s cool

No hard feelings

I learned something from the show

A good magician fears the audience

That already knows

[Final Chorus]

I’m good with my hands

I can mend a little damage

Turn a heartbreak into art

Turn a lesson into rhythm

Turn a goodbye into a start

I’m good with my hands

But I finally understand

The one thing worth fixing

Was never you

It was me lowering my standards

And I’m good with my hands

[Outro]

Lucky for you

Lucky for me

I’m good with my hands