Out of My Hands - Spoons

Your hands made me

From the clay on your wheel

Now I want to make you

But it¹s much, much too late

Someone else has

Someone else has

Made you what you are

Your heart is

OUT OF MY HANDS

His fingerprints

Mark the way that your are

You can¹t get him out

And I¹m afraid more each day

That it¹s contagious

It¹s contagious!

I feel the change in me

Your heart is

OUT OF MY HANDS