Four Hands

Four hands
A marching band
Small songs for love
Or lack thereof
Where I can't die
Waiting for you

Bronze hands
The war's demands
Old names in snow
And things that I know
The world is yours
Yours to lose
Yours to lose

Red hands
And painful lands
All send out lies
And kill your pride
And scream words like
"Where are you?"
Where are you?

Small zens
And better men
Don't weigh their boughs
They make the vow
I would die
Waiting for you
Just for you

Four hands
An aimless plan
I can't be rushed
Or die for much
But I can brush
Snow off of you
Just for you



Credits
Writer(s): Gray Barnum
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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