Folded Hands Songtext
von Chase Huglin

I′m not a praying man,
But I've got folded hands and a church pew.
I wanna believe in you.
I′ve said all those words,
Still I don't have enough nerve to come and visit your grave.
I'm not brave.
Home doesn′t feel like home.
I walk through the door
And every single thing has changed.


Nothing feels the same.
I look at the couch
Where you use to sit and sit so empty now,
But I know you′re proud.
I will drop my pride,
I'll visit you when the time feels right.
When the time feels right.
I′ll bring flowers and a shirt.
Six feet under the ground
And you're still the best part of this earth.
It hurts.