Will Joseph Cook - Hands Тексты

I've got magic hands
Cut my eyes, take the light
I won't remember it, what you said
When, when you met me there no, no

I want to understand
Trace the lines
To take the light away

My God, wondering
Who I am
Wonder if I'm sick

I can't take advice
Making friends, in all the right ways
My minds float away
And lost in all my, my transitions