The Holes In The Hands
from Bedroom Demo #106
Words and Music by Terry Scott Taylor
©2018 Shape of Air Music
Now it's possible to dream
Of everything
Washed and cleaned,
Being made well
The knife you drove in
Now only grazes my skin
Since I've already been
Through that hell
And your angry ghost
Sometimes rises and floats
Then comes here to gloat
And tap me on the shoulder
But I shrug it off, I say
"Why don't you get lost"
This I've learned at the cost
Of growing older
When I've forgiven you,
I'm forgiven too
And I'm loving you
When I see you through...
The holes in the hands
That lift me up
That lift me up
When I see you through
The holes in the hands
That lift me up
That lift me up
I finally got wise
Still I wasn't surprised
You'd worn a disguise
All along
Behind the mask were the flames
That left this raw terrain
Search among the remains
And you might find this song
When I've forgiven you,
I'm forgiven too
And I'm loving you
When I see you through...
The holes in the hands
That lift me up
That lift me up
When I see you through
The holes in the hands
That lift me up
That lift me up
When I see you through
The holes in the hands
That lift me up
That lift me up...
