Hands

I've got magic hands
Cut my eyes, take the light
I won't remember it, what you said
When, when you met me there no, no
I want to understand

Trace the lines
To take the light away
My God, wondering
Who I am
Wonder if I'm sick
I can't take advice

Making friends, in all the right ways
My minds float away
And lost in all my, my transitions
Won't wait for the broken hands
And the magic ways, of another man
I let it in
See if they're clearer than my soul