Hands 歌词

Man, I know it has to be good Moving apart to the woods Dance words endangered design Hands moving hit the world twice Hands, out in this majesty light Plans, Over then into the light His whole world she does intoxicate His own hands lie farther in decay We're meant to be unplayed (3X) Bands, down the hall Don't know they're small I'm picking out the day When I will be upstaged I'm picking out the day Picking out the day Bands, large and small Short and tall Fall out to their final day (4X) Lines, too hard to recall Sing into the wall (I let her complain?) (3X) When, I get the room I will play When, they laugh like it is the shame Friends don't tend to use (4X) Plans, which have already been made Advance, towards the day after their day They're making plans for you (4X)