Hollow Hands

One day you will find a letter
Words escaping form a drowning man
Giving in
Losing hope
Surrendering
To the hands of time

So hard to see what's leaving you
The youth draining from our eyes

So hard to feel what's killing us
The slow, collapsing of our lives

This one conviction
Of my mind
There is no meaning
For me
To find

My hands have lost their substance
They slowly lose all shape before my eyes
Always shaking
Always numb
Always fading
In the light of day

So hard to see what's leaving you
The youth draining from our eyes

So hard to feel what's killing us
The slow, collapsing of our lives



Credits
Writer(s): Barre Green Gambling, Jesse Kirkland Haff, Egan Timothy O'rourke, Andrew Guthrie Iddings
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