Hold Your Own Hand Songtext
von Mothers
Hold Your Own Hand Songtext
Betrayed with every movement
Cold fingers not forgotten
The things we touched with them
Loved
Loved
I burned up all my songs
And waved them out for the dogs
I think I could learn to love
Almost close enough
To taste her [?]
Almost close enough
But not quite
Keep those little hands
Right there in your pockets
Keep those little hands
I can′t say that I want them
I can't say I believe them
Cold fingers not forgotten
The things we touched with them
Loved
Loved
I burned up all my songs
And waved them out for the dogs
I think I could learn to love
Almost close enough
To taste her [?]
Almost close enough
But not quite
Keep those little hands
Right there in your pockets
Keep those little hands
I can′t say that I want them
I can't say I believe them
Writer(s): Mckendrick Carver Bearden, Andrew Owens Kirby, Kristine Rene Leschper, Matthew John Anderegg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
