By the Hands

Old friend
Sat on the mantlepiece
I'll pull you back by the hands
And dream
Of sword fights on viaducts
Merry-men sat on the garden seats
Of all of the souls that I've been

So tell me a story
To get me to sleep
Huddled on sofa-beds
Watching TV
Show me inside
Past the face that I see
To the memories you keep

Join me
By the fire in the living room
We can catchup about what makes us tick
Like hours in a piggy bank
The best that you spend never cease to exist
Stretching through space as you reminisce

So tell me a story
To get me to sleep
Huddled on sofa-beds
Watching TV
Show me inside
Past the face that I see
To the memories you keep



Credits
Writer(s): Owain Felstead, Sera Felstead
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