No Hands - Joy Crookes

Meet me South East on the downbeat

With your khaki string vest intact

Though you’re handsome, there’s a red sun

And I can’t help wonder what’s next

Then you ask me, «What do you want from all our weekends in whiskey sour?»

Told you I don’t vouch for love, G

It takes too much of my power

Oh, can’t stay too long

I might stain someone

Round and round I go

Got to set the tone

In the hands of none

That’s where I belong

Spending nights in lonely castles

Where I learned to sing my cries

Sweetest sixteen, thrown to test me

I could not sit still if I tried

Learnin' to run before I could walk out

Learnin' to cuss before I could talk it out

Nah, nah, nah

Oh, can’t stay too long

I might stain someone

Round and round I go

Got to set the tone

In the hands of none

That’s where I belong

No hands (No, no hands)

Nobody cradles me like I can

No, like I can

No hands (No, no hands)

Nobody cradles me like I can

No, like I can

Oh, can’t stay too long

I might stain someone

Round and round I go

Got to set the tone

In the hands of none

That’s where I belong

That’s where I belong