Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song These hands weren't meant for us, artist - Listener. Date of issue: 31.07.2010
Song language: English
These hands weren't meant for us |
| These hands were strong once, they held my head and what’s inside |
| I tried to train them to stop the shaking, but they wouldn’t listen to these |
| lies |
| There’s something out there I promise, it’s coming for all of us |
| And it is evil, and I have seen it, it takes life and devours trust |
| It’s bad when I close them worse with my eyes open. |
| I see it if I sleep |
| So I keep my mind blank, and think of bravery, change and hope but I’m so weak |
| Please take me in like I’m family, I’ve been out for far too long |
| My stone hearts aching, but I am changing. |
| stay by me, leave me alone |
| I’m changing, I hold my head to keep from shaking |
| My hands are full, but I’m not. |
| I thought these hands were strong with how they used to hold the world |
| Then It slipped away, I couldn’t keep it, and now nothing isn’t blurred |
| But ever since the first time that I flew above the stars |
| Like a dragon into heaven trying to tiptoe past the guards |
| With bricks and bones, blood and stones and skin holding it all loose |
| I take one last breath and don’t think of death, that halo made a noose |
| And let’s not speak of murder even if the motive is clear |
| Because death is sleep anyways, and I’m fine right here |
| I couldn’t see what I was looking for, didn’t want to hear it |
| Trying to control everything I see, when all I could do is swim in it. |
| Or drown or tread in these careless waters just to get by |
| And just getting by? |
| choking down every single ridiculous lie |
| Like an axe in the back, like a coward or a hack. |
| Now regret hates me, it’s fear that saved me putting mountains in my path |
| These arms were strong once, they moved the ground to keep us safe |
| But they are crumbling, my fingers numbing. |
| I’m not reaching out I’m pushing |
| you away |
| Please trust it’s for your well being, I don’t want you here when I come down |
| So no words are spoken, with my eyes wide open, I’m all ready to be found |
| I’m changing, I hold my head to keep from shaking |
| My hands are full, but I’m not |
| I’m changing, I hold myself to keep from shaking |
| These hands are done, but I’m not |
| And I’m not full, but I’m not done either, just trying to hear what I need to |
| see |
| And If I see it I promise I’ll let you hear it, and if you’ll listen, |
| then I’m all ears |
| These hands weren’t made for us, but they grab at every will we conjure up |
| My hands weren’t built for me, but they still burn the ground enough |
| Acting like they want to be found, just to go and hide again |
| These hands are all to blame, tearing where it needs to mend |
| Each finger bent in shame, knuckles every shade of white |
| Our hands are all the same, over our face cover our eyes |
| My passports all worn out, if you need these hands they’re all for you |
| I don’t know what I want, but I know what I don’t want to do |