Hands To Hold - Live At The Flowerpot, Kentish Town, July 2010

Lend, lend me your hand
I could be yours, love,
If you'd understand.
Give, give me your lips,
I do not love you but it's love that I've missed.
This, this is a pale invitation to passion, it is not true.
But there is an aching deep in my soul so I'm clinging to you.

Why, why am I holding you here in my heart,
Where you shouldn't be?
Why, why am I sleeping here in your bed, pretending to feel?
There's a heart in here that I need your hands to hold.
There's a fire in here that I need your eyes to see.
There's a heart in here that I need your hands to hold.
There's a fire in here that I need your eyes to see.

I, I am unraveled, you are a thread
We looked for a needle but we fell into bed.
And all that I wanted was a body to hold,
But bodies have minds that are not easely sold.

Why, why am I holding you here in my heart,
Where you shouldn't be?
Why, why am I sleeping here in your bed, pretending to feel?
There's a heart in here that I need your hands to hold
There's a fire in here that I need your eyes to see.
There's a heart in here that I need your hands to hold
There's a fire in here that I need your eyes to see.

There's a heart in here that I need your hands to hold
There's a fire in here that I need your eyes to see.

But you cannot hold my heart,
And I cannot make this feel like love.