Michael Malarkey
Michael Malarkey - Your Hands songtekst
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Keepin' the wolves at bay. When there's rust in the leaves it's a sign that the moods gonna change, And come pick a fight. So i'll wrap my self up in my jacket and gloves. Disguised in the hide of a cow, As if my skin weren't enough, To protect me from the elements. Fighting and shouting above, Bursting apart like a landmine, Everything seems to uncork and fester like wine. Loosen the strings on the boat, I try to unwind but my minds spinning out now. I'm still shooting blind, And I hit things occasionally, but in fear. The need to be tougher than any man alive. As if my skin weren't to cloak me from the storm. And I need your hands, To lie here in this ground. And I need your heart here, so I can hear the sound, Of my own. Mistrusting my lucky stars, Burned out but I still think they're shining. Like an ocean of watches and clocks they tell different times. You give me your match, you give me a choice, And our secret is silent, it's still at night. I could scavenge around watching the woodland. The keys to keeping the calm. But my minds not enough to keep my soul calm, 'till one there's more messenger gone. Like a rusty blade to keep the wolves at bay. And I need your hands here, To lighten this ground. And I need your heart here, So I can hear the sound. I need your hand here, To lighten this ground. And I need your heart here, baby, so I can hear the sound, of my own.