Hands - Aaron Taos

I know, them things ain’t been alright in your sleep

You feel it in your dreams, can understand

You tell me I can’t help with what you need

Although I’m on your side

It’s in your hands, your hands

Your hands, your hands

Your hands, your hands

Your hands, your hands

Your hands

And some of the days I’ve watched you drift away

And more your face contorts and shifts your gaze

Now when did this rift appear, it’s still not clear

It’s haunting me

Just tell me to go, but I know

Deep in your soul you call my name

You call me in the nighttime

You call me in the day

You call me when you’re speechless

You’re too proud, it’s inconvenient

So I sit alone

Wating for someone who loves me

But’s too scared to tell me

So it’s in your hands, your hands

Your hands, your hands

Your hands, your hands

Your hands, your hands

Your hands, your hands

Your hands, your hands

Your hands, your hands

Your hands, your hands

Your hands