The Grind - Bodywork

I take your open hand

Because you understand

What holds the heart controls the mind

There is no art to find (you)

There is no art to find (you)

There is no art to find (you)

There is no art to find (you)

And in your open hand

You come to understand

What holds the heart controls the mind

There is no art to find (you)

There is no art to find (you)

There is no art to find (you)

There is no art to find (you)