Thieving Irons - Gentle Hands Lyrics
Don’t know what’s left, but I know what’s rightCan’t keep the riddle settled down tonightPut your best suit on, holes in the shoesBright eyed and blood-shoot, no heat in the living roomEmblazoned with fortitude, cracking knuckles on the benchPick up the empty bottle, put the bed to restSinging praises, hail on the tinBleed it all out, bleed-it-all-outNo stranger to this sound, next minute coming inGentle hands we can feel,We can feelUnity gains with the caving inWe give it all up just to get inWake me up, wake me upAmbient dreams, got me drinking all my hopeSinging praises, hail on the tinBleed it all out, bleed-it-all-outNo stranger to this sound, next minute coming inGentle hands we can feel,We can feelBells and missiles with one knee on the groundArms reach out, arms reaching outBells and missiles with one knee on the groundArms reach out, arms reaching outSmall world wonders, “why the big city thunder?”Which way to the road home is where to stumbleWith arms reaching outWith arms reaching out
