IRC-Galleria

And I walk steady on my feet, I talk, my voice obeys me
I go out at night, sleep without the lights
And I do all of the things I have to keeping you off my mind
But when I think I'll be alright I am always wrong 'cause

My hands, don't wanna start again
My hands, no, they don't wanna understand
My hands, they just shake and try to break whatever peace I may find

My hands, they only agree to hold
Your hands, and they don't wanna be without
Your hands, and they will not let me go, no, they will not let me go