Hands

Hands

Kind Of Like Spitting
(album: The Thrill Of The Hunt)

I´ve been singing of Allison´s hands in my hands
But she keeps them in her pocket
She hides them in the sand
I remember so well dark nights, spine to spine
So she has to stay behind to recover
Be free

I am thinking of Allison´s trust
It´s been so hard to find
I know I won´t get it this time
By writing a catchy melody line
I am dreaming of Allison´s light
Coming into to bloom
But my dreams will never do

The comfort that she needs I can´t provide

It´s a choice to just react
I´m gonna learn that lesson
For the rest of my life
Going through hell
No, I won´t look back

But if you want to show me life
The offier is open
But you still won´t arrive
We could be equals
Finally arrive
So in love in the middle of the ride