Empty Hands

Like flowers bloom in the hands of angels
I stare with conviction at your lifeless fingers.
Like cigarettes spread the disease
Your poison that I need.

It's not.
Over.

I will try my upmost to get through to you, but you will not yield.
I'll be the devil on your shoulder until you're the Angel on mine.
In time.

But if this could be so easy would it be worth it at all?
The pain in my chest makes me feel such unrest.
But babe, atleast I'm feeling at all.
I'm just waiting for the hammer to fall.
I will not give up.

It's not.
Over.

I will try my upmost to get through to you, but you will not yield.
I'll be the devil on your shoulder until you're the Angel on mine.
In time.

I will try my upmost to get through to you, but you will not yield.
I'll be the devil on your shoulder until you're the Angel on mine.
In time.

And I will try
(I will try)
I will try
(I will try)
I will try

I'll be the devil on your shoulder until you're the angel on mine.



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Allen, Reece Hayton
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