Haddon Stauffer - Hands Lyrics

I'll try to picture our face
If I can still remember it
My brain ain't what it used to be
Since last December-ish
What's left is right on the edge
Of bad habits
But it's so easy to steal
When the whole world fits
In your pocket

And the rivers that flow
Through the lines in my palms
Are just like the streets that
Connect outlet malls
And with dry dry hands
We'll write all our letters
Trying to make sense of it all

The end of my wits
Or my finger tips
I'll bite down to the quick

I'll try to pick up at the place
Close to where we left off
I'll sing songs
About places and faces
And what's in my coffee cup
These arms can do a whole lot more
Than just tying shoes
So I'll cross my eyes
And my fingers
Our paths and the people
I almost knew

And on the 17th of May
The light acted strange
And I saw the face of God
And despite all my hair
I'm well aware
That I am my father's son

The end of my wits
Or my finger tips
I'll bite down to the quick

In my time on earth
I learned me a secret
We've got hands that do all our building
And love is the blueprint
When my time is up
I'll look back there, thinking
On the face that we shared
I'll hold it and keep it

In my time on earth
I learned me a secret
We've got hands that do all our building
And love is the blueprint
When my time is up
I'll look back there, thinking
On the face that we shared
I'll hold it and keep it
I'll hold it and keep it
I'll hold it and keep it