Your Hands Lyrics
Lowly weekends break tonightBeaten fools, beaten dogsStolen deals, inside jobsColdly run fingers through againSwollen faces, beaten dogsAll turn away and say amenWhen it's in your hands and you can't feelWhen it's in your heart but you can't feel you fellKnow a little about nothingI know two things that's for sureI know a bit of everythingWatch em cheating, watch em leaveGoing down, going, goneWatch them buried within reachAre you knowing what they're onWhen it's in your hands and you can't feelWhen it's in your heart but you can't feel you fellWhen it's in your hands and you can't feelWhen it's in your heart and you can't feel you fellCheaply spending, cheaply boughtEtherize those bloodshot eyesNever ending, never caughtTurning heads, turning bedsSleeping with the blown awayTrading heads, trading bedsYour heart in a bag and thrown awayWhen it's in your hands and you can't feelWhen it's in your heart but you can't feel you fellWhen it's in your hands but you can't feelWhen it's in your heart but you can't feel you fell
Flotsam & Jetsam Your Hands
