Hands Songtext
von Frida Hyvönen

Mother says she needs to let her mother′s hands
Do my dishes
She says Grandma used to do the same
When she would come to visit
We don't know where Grandma got the hands from
But we have our guesses

Hands, look at my hands
They′re my mother's hands
Hands, look at my hands
They're my mother′s hands


Deep in the night
I wake up from a dream
I am in hospital
The doctor tries to calm me
Says it is a routine operation
Says I won′t be able to see the seams

Hands, look at my hands
They're my mother′s hands
Hands, look at my hands
They're my mother′s hands

Mother, how do you think
We should look upon these hands?
Torture's passed on silently
To help maintain a chain
Tracing back into the dark
Pre-photographic times

Hands, look at my hands
They′re my mother's hands
Hands, look at my hands
They're my mother′s hands


Hands, look at my hands
They′re my mother's hands