Hands
๐ต 759 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:03 duration
๐ ID: 662986
๐ Lyrics
My hands are cold,
They have no blood to hold.
The room is dark,
But I can hear her laugh.
My eyes, they fear
What my ears think they hear.
My head, it spins
And then my love begins.
No fun,
No games,
Just this old ball and chain.
She thinks I lack,
The will to cut some slack.
Too young, too old
To tell what I've been told.
My hands, they're cold
They need some blood to hold.
My love is back,
In the ground, in black.
I stool, she knows,
Just not how deep it goes.
White guilt inspect,
All lacking intellect.
I talk regrets, the dying architect.
Old man, unsaid
Dying alone in bed.
The steeps of life,
Are climbed best with a knife.
Still young, still old,
Can't tell what I've been told.
Put my hands, ears too cold.
Soon they'll need some blood to hold.
They have no blood to hold.
The room is dark,
But I can hear her laugh.
My eyes, they fear
What my ears think they hear.
My head, it spins
And then my love begins.
No fun,
No games,
Just this old ball and chain.
She thinks I lack,
The will to cut some slack.
Too young, too old
To tell what I've been told.
My hands, they're cold
They need some blood to hold.
My love is back,
In the ground, in black.
I stool, she knows,
Just not how deep it goes.
White guilt inspect,
All lacking intellect.
I talk regrets, the dying architect.
Old man, unsaid
Dying alone in bed.
The steeps of life,
Are climbed best with a knife.
Still young, still old,
Can't tell what I've been told.
Put my hands, ears too cold.
Soon they'll need some blood to hold.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.59] My hands are cold,
[00:03.37] They have no blood to hold.
[00:06.00] The room is dark,
[00:10.53] But I can hear her laugh.
[00:14.11] My eyes, they fear
[00:16.91] What my ears think they hear.
[00:21.48] My head, it spins
[00:25.00] And then my love begins.
[00:28.65] No fun,
[00:30.45] No games,
[00:32.26] Just this old ball and chain.
[00:35.96] She thinks I lack,
[00:39.58] The will to cut some slack.
[00:43.12] Too young, too old
[00:46.72] To tell what I've been told.
[00:50.43] My hands, they're cold
[00:54.08] They need some blood to hold.
[01:27.43] My love is back,
[01:30.10] In the ground, in black.
[01:33.72] I stool, she knows,
[01:37.43] Just not how deep it goes.
[01:41.08] White guilt inspect,
[01:44.67] All lacking intellect.
[01:48.25] I talk regrets, the dying architect.
[01:55.49] Old man, unsaid
[01:59.13] Dying alone in bed.
[02:03.67] The steeps of life,
[02:06.36] Are climbed best with a knife.
[02:09.95] Still young, still old,
[02:13.53] Can't tell what I've been told.
[02:17.15] Put my hands, ears too cold.
[02:20.84] Soon they'll need some blood to hold.
[03:54.40]
[00:03.37] They have no blood to hold.
[00:06.00] The room is dark,
[00:10.53] But I can hear her laugh.
[00:14.11] My eyes, they fear
[00:16.91] What my ears think they hear.
[00:21.48] My head, it spins
[00:25.00] And then my love begins.
[00:28.65] No fun,
[00:30.45] No games,
[00:32.26] Just this old ball and chain.
[00:35.96] She thinks I lack,
[00:39.58] The will to cut some slack.
[00:43.12] Too young, too old
[00:46.72] To tell what I've been told.
[00:50.43] My hands, they're cold
[00:54.08] They need some blood to hold.
[01:27.43] My love is back,
[01:30.10] In the ground, in black.
[01:33.72] I stool, she knows,
[01:37.43] Just not how deep it goes.
[01:41.08] White guilt inspect,
[01:44.67] All lacking intellect.
[01:48.25] I talk regrets, the dying architect.
[01:55.49] Old man, unsaid
[01:59.13] Dying alone in bed.
[02:03.67] The steeps of life,
[02:06.36] Are climbed best with a knife.
[02:09.95] Still young, still old,
[02:13.53] Can't tell what I've been told.
[02:17.15] Put my hands, ears too cold.
[02:20.84] Soon they'll need some blood to hold.
[03:54.40]