Under These Hands

Under these hands

Hide strings of light

I pull them to me

To make me feel alright

A bit of your hair

To cut through the night

A slip of the tongue

To set things uprightUnder these hands, under these hands, I hold my heart

Under these hands, under these hands, waiting a new startCast off the clothes

I wore to death

They strangle my thoughts

They steal my breath

Enough of this place

It's long dead too

I wanna deface

Everything in viewUnder these hands, under these hands I hold my heart

Under these hands, under these hands, waiting a new startIn view

In viewUnder these hands, under these hands I hold my heart

Under these hands, under these hands, waiting a new start

Under these hands, under these hands I hold my heart

Under these hands, under these hands, waiting a new start