Thomas Fiss - My Hands

I was a fool enough to know you

When you fell me on the fourth of July

And the skies lit up around you

When you told me that you wanted to fly

And I’ll hold on

And I’ll hold on

And I’ll hold on

My hands are made for you yeah

And we sat along the short line

And the water danced in your eyes

All the colors that surround you here

I saw you reaching out for your life

And I’ll hold on

And I’ll hold on

And I’ll hold on

My hands are made for you yeah

My hands are made for you yeah

My hands are made for you yeah

My hands are made for you yeah

My hands are made for you yeah

Take my hands, you know they’re yours alone

We were meant to fight

Will you let us go

Look up at the sky

When you feel alone

All we ever wanted

Was stars and gold

Yeah

My hands are made for you yeah

My hands are made for you yeah

My hands are made for you yeah

My hands are made for you yeah