In My Hands

I haven't touched you all week
Unsure for what I'd say
And my hands they've felt weak
Almost worn away

But with you I humm the words
I'm too scared to speak
Let the tones touch my soul
And feed it what it needs

When you are in my hands I make peace with the past
When you are in my hands, There's no room for a glass

I pour my heart in this hollow
And sing my sadness to the strings
Quiet nights I can swallow
With the soothing sounds you bring

When you are in my hands, I make peace with the past
When you are in my hands, there's no room for a glass

I always feel better, after time together
I'm a little more me, another piece is healed

When you are in my hands, I have a bridge from the past
When you are in my hands, I don't need another glass
When you are in my hands, I can turn my back
When you are in my hands, I let down my mask
I let down my mask, I let down my mask