Hands

I listen to the fabric shift, To picture where your palms exist.
Eyes closed so no light will fit, your hands pass its hypnotic.
I listen as the feeling goes, I want to peek but i wont.
Willingly I'm blind for this. Hysteria in my chest.

Now. Now your hands come down, the weight is heavy.
My senses are on fire.
Oh, Hope you wont let go, I could hold on forever.
The pressure is on.

You sing out and I will listen up.
Till you tap me out I wont Let up.
Im the one that you can lean on.
I help your exorcise your demons.

Do I want you to too much to handle.
When your hands pass by its hypnotic.

Now. Now your hands come down, the weight is heavy.
My senses are on fire.
Oh, Hope you wont let go, I could hold on forever.
The pressure is on.



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Writer(s): Oscar Vincente Slorach-thorn
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