Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Holding Hand, artist - Iceage. Date of issue: 11.11.2021
Song language: English
The Holding Hand |
| There is no shape, there is no form |
| But a smoky rolling mass |
| So it billows like the sea |
| Surges overcome to pass |
| Some power exceeds muscle |
| Even the weightless can outweigh |
| Put one over in the hustle |
| Teacher becomes protege |
| And we row, on we go, through these murky water bodies |
| Little known, little shown, just a distant call of sound |
| See the couplets in the sun |
| In an alabaster hue |
| Slouched across these spangled acres |
| Rich outlandish revenue |
| See it come and see it go |
| As you find it then it’s lost |
| Far beyond the holding hand |
| In a pipe dream double-crossed |
| And we row, on we go, through these murky water bodies |
| Little known, little shown, just a distant call of sound |
| 'O limp wristed god, limp wristed god |
| Don’t you know I’m not at a fault in your weakened arms |
| Sent off at a breathless pace |
| Softened come the fall from grace |
| 'O limp wristed god, limp wristed god |
| Don’t you know I’m not at a fault in your weakened arms |
| Knocking on your window is a cavalcade |
| Pleading for relief, a call to aid |