Glove Without a Hand lyrics

Six strings, adore your every touch Fit me, I'm your empty glove So pick me up, and put me down I'll wait for you for now Hold you like a prayer Those few moments something's there When you pick me up and put me on I breathe in your song And I can see you when you're dancing in the flesh And when you're gone, I'm holding on and missing you to death I'm praying, your disciple I'm waiting, writer with her bible I'm aching, and the pain is vital Addiction with a pen And without you, I'm a glove without a hand