Hands - Will Joseph Cook

I’ve got magic hands

Cut my eyes, take the light

I won’t remember it, what you said

When (when) you met me there (no, no)

I want to understand

Trace the lines

To take the light

Away

I got, wondering

Who I am

Wonder if I’m

Sick

I can’t take advice

Making friends, in all the right ways

Moments float away

And my transitions

Won’t wait for the broken hands

And the magic ways, of another man

I let it in

See if they’re clearer than

My soul