Paroles de These Hands

These hands, write on the walls and these hands, write nothing at all, I'd run them down, I clear the way the roof caves in, my mind's astray and I run, in my bender because these hands, they wither I turn around, I won’t surrender because these hands, they wither WHOA these hands, they play the games and these hands, they have no names I'd throw them back and see them go I'd plant the seeds and watch them grow and I run, in my bender because these hands, they wither well I turn around, I won't surrender because these hands, they wither I'd throw your fingertips away, she said she said If I leave my hands, we'll surely stay, I said I said I've lost my backbone, what can I do, I'll know when I stand up to you and I run, in the thunder, because these hands, they wither well I turn around, I won’t surrender because these hands, they wither