Will Joseph Cook
Hands
I've got magic hands
Cut my eyes, take the light
I won't remember it, what you said
When, when you met me there no, no
I want to understand
Trace the lines
To take the light away
My God, wondering
Who I am
Wonder if I'm sick
I can't take advice
Making friends, in all the right ways
My minds float away
And lost in all my, my transitions Won't wait for the broken hands
And the magic ways, of another man
I let it in
See if they're clearer than my soul
From Letras Mania