Michael Penn
Out Of My Hands
I feel like I'm coming down with itAll the symptoms fit and I backslideHigh on the clock I don't have muchwhen I'm running on the insideWhen every conclusion is out to youI put on my best face and kid gloves tooand held up the end until it's out of my handsOut of my handsAnd if you tuned in to see bloodit's not a subject that I surpass inMy mission's been scrubbed my brains were washedBecause I never was your assassinIt's like a desert sand will have to doand between my fingers saw it running throughuntil it turned into this and out of my handsOut of my handsSo come up and check there's nothing up my sleeveAll the while it's geting harder for you to believe Out of my hands
From Letras Mania