Will Joseph Cook - Hands

Текст песни

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
I got, wondering
Who I am
Wonder if I’m
Sick
I can’t take advice
Making friends, in all the right ways
Moments float away
And 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