Hands lyrics

There are hands like lilies in white

And hands like roses in bloom

There are hands that hold on too tight

And others that let go too soon

There are hands that wanna take what is yours

And hands that much rather share

There are rough insensitive parts

And gentle hands folded in prayer

Folded in prayer

Folded in prayer

The hand is the servant of the heart

Some bring pieces together

While others break pieces apart

Others break pieces apart

There are soft hands full of melancholy

And hands that tremble with fright

Some that whisper passionately

While others are awkward and shy

A baby's hand so honest and small

Still carries nothing of its own

A furrowed hand that has seen it all

Now calm in the evening sun's glow

About to let go

About to let go

The hand is the servant of the heart

Some bring pieces together

While others break pieces apart

Others break pieces apart

You can take mine whoever you are

You can take mine whoever you are

Like the difference in people alive

So is the difference in hands

Some are fluttering birds in the sky

That no living soul understands

Like fluttering birds up in the sky

That no living soul understands

No soul understands

No soul understands

• Artist:Tina Dico
• Album:Fastland