i remembered the line the beat goes on, where the hand has been. it was heat actually, heat from the hand? that would be beat. maybe it's both and. let's ask david byrne, ourselves. i don't think we can or would he might say that's for you to say, it's my song but i wrote it for you. he might say who are you anyway, who am i speaking to? all of this is silent of course. in my head, my belly, my heart.

i don't think i was beaten by hand. but when i get scared i feel this sad vacant place within, and it echoes with all the planet woes. who knows. who knows. who knows.