Candid Bandit - Red Hands Lyrics

How many hours have I lost to the drink?
How many hours where who knows what I was thinking, saying, doing?
Waking up in strangers' beds
With strange thoughts plaguing my head
Like what if this is it?
What if this is all of it?
What if this is all of it now?
Pouring that sweet amber whiskey down the drain again
Imploring my mind, it's about time you get sane again
Going to sleep and these vivid dreams
Got me kicking and ripping my sheets at the seams
I know this isn't it
This cannot be all of it
There is so much more than this now
There is so much more than this now
Put yourself in my shoes
They look better on you
Put yourself in my hands
My red, red hands
What if I moved to that house, set up shop in this town?
Would anything change or would I stay the same in these strange surroundings?
Well, there's only so many leaves to turn
And there's only so many bridges to burn
And what if this is it?
What if this is all of it?
What if this is all of it now?