My Hands
If I give into you
I know that I will never see my life in my hands again
If I give into you
I know that I will never see my life in my hands again
I'm not here to love you
And to make you feel sane, so what's the use?
If I should try to love you
No I can't stay sane, so what's the use?
My hands, my hands weren't made to love you
My hands, my hands weren't made to love you
If I give into you
I know that I will never see my life in my hands again
If I give into you
I know that I will never see my life in my hands again
I was there to love you
But only for the night, that you knew
I've got no-one to run to
That's why it felt right, that you knew
My hands, my hands weren't made to love you
My hands, my hands weren't made to love you
I can't just learn to love, understand
I know I woke you up, that one night we had my baby
I can't just learn to love, understand
I know we move so well, it was just one night my baby
My hands, my hands weren't made to love you
My hands, my hands weren't made to love you
But I want that touch
The one he's missing
He's not enough
Won't you listen, right
Won't you listen, right
But I want that touch
The one he's missing
He's not enough
Won't you listen, right
Won't you listen, right
I know that I will never see my life in my hands again
If I give into you
I know that I will never see my life in my hands again
I'm not here to love you
And to make you feel sane, so what's the use?
If I should try to love you
No I can't stay sane, so what's the use?
My hands, my hands weren't made to love you
My hands, my hands weren't made to love you
If I give into you
I know that I will never see my life in my hands again
If I give into you
I know that I will never see my life in my hands again
I was there to love you
But only for the night, that you knew
I've got no-one to run to
That's why it felt right, that you knew
My hands, my hands weren't made to love you
My hands, my hands weren't made to love you
I can't just learn to love, understand
I know I woke you up, that one night we had my baby
I can't just learn to love, understand
I know we move so well, it was just one night my baby
My hands, my hands weren't made to love you
My hands, my hands weren't made to love you
But I want that touch
The one he's missing
He's not enough
Won't you listen, right
Won't you listen, right
But I want that touch
The one he's missing
He's not enough
Won't you listen, right
Won't you listen, right
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Writer(s): Alexander Freund, Matthew Victor Kopp
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