His Hands Matched His Tongue Lyrics

Lyric discussion by adroitaudio 

Cover art for His Hands Matched His Tongue lyrics by Dear Hunter, The

His hands matched his tongue? Love it. Read that, you think red. But you also think that he speaks with his hands (charac trait), but you also think that whatever he says, matches his actions. This pretty song, I feel we are finally with the boy. Or someone. Singing about something that happened. Still this song is talking a lot about some sort of mystery. I think he regrets trying to leave and perhaps he had an argument with his mother in the past song.
There are many reasons against him going with prostitutes. Though he is wondering, there is a hint of sexual exploration. But that is part of the bigger picture, knowing his past. The past few songs talk a lot about his effort (pale with a leak, all his water in it, the well is now dry as he is) and other stuff in 1878. Imagine this song and the 2 before are an arch of his emotion. A swelling fear of the darkness/desire for knowledge, his decision to leave his mother, his recognition that his impatience is terrible considering the fact that his mother may die soon. This intuition is important, cause yeah, she’s gonna die pretty soon haha. So here comes back that chorus, and it is another version of discovery basically. Still, he is left in wondering. I would say that something happened, an actual event is depicted in the first verse. Though I’m unsure what. It appears calamitous, and perhaps it was just the calamity of his anger. But he rests in the calm assurance that “in time I think I’ll see just what’s been weighing down on me”. The next portion, I keep getting this image of him cuddling with his mother and kissing her on the fore head in some old, crappy shack of a house as he realizes there is nothing he can do to change his circumstances. At least for now. And then! We clap for the boy. A lotta good insight has been given above, but I feel as if the images are all very specific, though I can’t discern it. Which may be Casey’s point, to thrust us into confusion with the Boy and only know enough. Letting those evil violins at the end, tempt us onto Act 2