歌曲 | These Hands Weren’t Meant For Us |
歌手 | Listener |
专辑 | Wooden Heart |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
These hands were strong once, they held my head and what’s inside | |
I tried to train them to stop the shaking, but they wouldn't listen to these lies | |
There's something out there I promise, it's coming for all of us | |
And it is evil, and I have seen it, it takes life and devours trust | |
It's bad when I close them worse with my eyes open. I see it if I sleep | |
So I keep my mind blank, and think of bravery, change and hope but I'm so weak | |
Please take me in like I'm family, I've been out for far too long | |
My stone hearts aching, but I am changing. stay by me, leave me alone | |
I’m changing, I hold my head to keep from shaking | |
My hands are full, but I’m not. | |
I thought these hands were strong with how they used to hold the world | |
Then It slipped away, I couldn't keep it, and now nothing isn't blurred | |
But ever since the first time that I flew above the stars | |
Like a dragon into heaven trying to tiptoe past the guards | |
With bricks and bones, blood and stones and skin holding it all loose | |
I take one last breath and don’t think of death, that halo made a noose | |
And let's not speak of murder even if the motive is clear | |
Because death is sleep anyways, and I'm fine right here | |
I couldn’t see what I was looking for, didn’t want to hear it | |
Trying to control everything I see, when all I could do is swim in it. | |
Or drown or tread in these careless waters just to get by | |
And just getting by? choking down every single ridiculous lie | |
Like an axe in the back, like a coward or a hack. | |
Now regret hates me, it’s fear that saved me putting mountains in my path | |
These arms were strong once, they moved the ground to keep us safe | |
But they are crumbling, my fingers numbing. I'm not reaching out I'm pushing you away | |
Please trust it's for your well being, I don't want you here when I come down | |
So no words are spoken, with my eyes wide open, I’m all ready to be found | |
I’m changing, I hold my head to keep from shaking | |
My hands are full, but I’m not | |
I’m changing, I hold myself to keep from shaking | |
These hands are done, but I’m not | |
And I’m not full, but I’m not done either, just trying to hear what I need to see | |
And If I see it I promise I’ll let you hear it, and if you’ll listen, then I’m all ears | |
These hands weren’t made for us, but they grab at every will we conjure up | |
My hands weren’t built for me, but they still burn the ground enough | |
Acting like they want to be found, just to go and hide again | |
These hands are all to blame, tearing where it needs to mend | |
Each finger bent in shame, knuckles every shade of white | |
Our hands are all the same, over our face cover our eyes | |
My passports all worn out, if you need these hands they’re all for you | |
I don’t know what I want, but I know what I don’t want to do |
These hands were strong once, they held my head and what' s inside | |
I tried to train them to stop the shaking, but they wouldn' t listen to these lies | |
There' s something out there I promise, it' s coming for all of us | |
And it is evil, and I have seen it, it takes life and devours trust | |
It' s bad when I close them worse with my eyes open. I see it if I sleep | |
So I keep my mind blank, and think of bravery, change and hope but I' m so weak | |
Please take me in like I' m family, I' ve been out for far too long | |
My stone hearts aching, but I am changing. stay by me, leave me alone | |
I' m changing, I hold my head to keep from shaking | |
My hands are full, but I' m not. | |
I thought these hands were strong with how they used to hold the world | |
Then It slipped away, I couldn' t keep it, and now nothing isn' t blurred | |
But ever since the first time that I flew above the stars | |
Like a dragon into heaven trying to tiptoe past the guards | |
With bricks and bones, blood and stones and skin holding it all loose | |
I take one last breath and don' t think of death, that halo made a noose | |
And let' s not speak of murder even if the motive is clear | |
Because death is sleep anyways, and I' m fine right here | |
I couldn' t see what I was looking for, didn' t want to hear it | |
Trying to control everything I see, when all I could do is swim in it. | |
Or drown or tread in these careless waters just to get by | |
And just getting by? choking down every single ridiculous lie | |
Like an axe in the back, like a coward or a hack. | |
Now regret hates me, it' s fear that saved me putting mountains in my path | |
These arms were strong once, they moved the ground to keep us safe | |
But they are crumbling, my fingers numbing. I' m not reaching out I' m pushing you away | |
Please trust it' s for your well being, I don' t want you here when I come down | |
So no words are spoken, with my eyes wide open, I' m all ready to be found | |
I' m changing, I hold my head to keep from shaking | |
My hands are full, but I' m not | |
I' m changing, I hold myself to keep from shaking | |
These hands are done, but I' m not | |
And I' m not full, but I' m not done either, just trying to hear what I need to see | |
And If I see it I promise I' ll let you hear it, and if you' ll listen, then I' m all ears | |
These hands weren' t made for us, but they grab at every will we conjure up | |
My hands weren' t built for me, but they still burn the ground enough | |
Acting like they want to be found, just to go and hide again | |
These hands are all to blame, tearing where it needs to mend | |
Each finger bent in shame, knuckles every shade of white | |
Our hands are all the same, over our face cover our eyes | |
My passports all worn out, if you need these hands they' re all for you | |
I don' t know what I want, but I know what I don' t want to do |
These hands were strong once, they held my head and what' s inside | |
I tried to train them to stop the shaking, but they wouldn' t listen to these lies | |
There' s something out there I promise, it' s coming for all of us | |
And it is evil, and I have seen it, it takes life and devours trust | |
It' s bad when I close them worse with my eyes open. I see it if I sleep | |
So I keep my mind blank, and think of bravery, change and hope but I' m so weak | |
Please take me in like I' m family, I' ve been out for far too long | |
My stone hearts aching, but I am changing. stay by me, leave me alone | |
I' m changing, I hold my head to keep from shaking | |
My hands are full, but I' m not. | |
I thought these hands were strong with how they used to hold the world | |
Then It slipped away, I couldn' t keep it, and now nothing isn' t blurred | |
But ever since the first time that I flew above the stars | |
Like a dragon into heaven trying to tiptoe past the guards | |
With bricks and bones, blood and stones and skin holding it all loose | |
I take one last breath and don' t think of death, that halo made a noose | |
And let' s not speak of murder even if the motive is clear | |
Because death is sleep anyways, and I' m fine right here | |
I couldn' t see what I was looking for, didn' t want to hear it | |
Trying to control everything I see, when all I could do is swim in it. | |
Or drown or tread in these careless waters just to get by | |
And just getting by? choking down every single ridiculous lie | |
Like an axe in the back, like a coward or a hack. | |
Now regret hates me, it' s fear that saved me putting mountains in my path | |
These arms were strong once, they moved the ground to keep us safe | |
But they are crumbling, my fingers numbing. I' m not reaching out I' m pushing you away | |
Please trust it' s for your well being, I don' t want you here when I come down | |
So no words are spoken, with my eyes wide open, I' m all ready to be found | |
I' m changing, I hold my head to keep from shaking | |
My hands are full, but I' m not | |
I' m changing, I hold myself to keep from shaking | |
These hands are done, but I' m not | |
And I' m not full, but I' m not done either, just trying to hear what I need to see | |
And If I see it I promise I' ll let you hear it, and if you' ll listen, then I' m all ears | |
These hands weren' t made for us, but they grab at every will we conjure up | |
My hands weren' t built for me, but they still burn the ground enough | |
Acting like they want to be found, just to go and hide again | |
These hands are all to blame, tearing where it needs to mend | |
Each finger bent in shame, knuckles every shade of white | |
Our hands are all the same, over our face cover our eyes | |
My passports all worn out, if you need these hands they' re all for you | |
I don' t know what I want, but I know what I don' t want to do |