Hands

Within these hands are carved the plans
Of a man on a mission
Etched on these hands are the secrets
To the hieroglyphs of the heavens
Spirits rest easy on these nailbeds
Grooves get caught in the webs of these double joints
One finger points to the clock, the other pulls the stops
These hands are all I've got

Within these hands I massage the spans and spines of time
With these hands I leave my imprint on your mind
With these hands I call forth the divine in
Broken-beated time

These hands of a sepia man fan the flames
Yet remain unchanged
These hands of flesh and bone move freely
Manipulate reality, unleashing what is meant to be

Surely enough, surely enough, surely enough
I cannot take it on my own, ah baby on my own, surely enough
Surely enough, surely enough, surely enough
I cannot take it on my own, ah baby on my own, surely enough
Surely enough, surely enough, surely enough
I cannot take it on my own, ah baby on my own, surely enough
Surely enough, surely enough, surely enough
I cannot take it on my own, ah baby on my own, surely enough



Credits
Writer(s): Kaidi Tatham, Akwasi Mensah, Joy Jones
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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