Hands

歌詞

If I could do this for you I would I would raise this country to your lips & give you a painter's hands Oh you, the lines on my brow You, the shadows under my eyes Always we watched the world going blind Our country such a mess Our history a stray This stray has its head in my lap & I have nothing to give you Just my eagerness to please you & an open bitterness For your hands without a paintbrush I think I will always see your face That look of fear that calms me But I can't seem to protect you Even though I try This stray that will never leave me & I have nothing to give you Just my eagerness to please you & an open bitterness For your hands without a paintbrush