Harbour a Hand
Quality is what you think you see
Before God's choreography
Gets tangled in your synapses dreams
Oh please tell me you know what I mean
Well I could be sitting by a brook
Pouring out of your favorite book
Everything created by looking
At what has really stuck
Misty magic on the breach
Jon told Bob told Rob told me
That I can see what I can see
Won't you let the powers be
Well she told me coldly
Not to harbour a hand
But I could tell by that wayside glance
That she had other plans
See she told me coldly
Not to harbour a hand
But I could tell by that bitter look
That she had other plans
Quality is what you think you see
Before God's choreography
Gets scrambled in your neurotic dreams
Oh please tell me you know what I mean
I remember when you said
We could be friends again
But that was a long time ago
And ain't much has changed don't you know
Misty magic on a leash
Jon told Bob told Rob told me
That I can see what I can see
Now won't you let the powers be
See she told me coldly
Not to harbour a hand
But you were pretty strung out and frankly man
Well I was spent
Well she told me coldly
Not to harbour a hand
But I could tell by that far-off, side-eyed glance
That she had other plans
Before God's choreography
Gets tangled in your synapses dreams
Oh please tell me you know what I mean
Well I could be sitting by a brook
Pouring out of your favorite book
Everything created by looking
At what has really stuck
Misty magic on the breach
Jon told Bob told Rob told me
That I can see what I can see
Won't you let the powers be
Well she told me coldly
Not to harbour a hand
But I could tell by that wayside glance
That she had other plans
See she told me coldly
Not to harbour a hand
But I could tell by that bitter look
That she had other plans
Quality is what you think you see
Before God's choreography
Gets scrambled in your neurotic dreams
Oh please tell me you know what I mean
I remember when you said
We could be friends again
But that was a long time ago
And ain't much has changed don't you know
Misty magic on a leash
Jon told Bob told Rob told me
That I can see what I can see
Now won't you let the powers be
See she told me coldly
Not to harbour a hand
But you were pretty strung out and frankly man
Well I was spent
Well she told me coldly
Not to harbour a hand
But I could tell by that far-off, side-eyed glance
That she had other plans
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Writer(s): Maxwell Niemann
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