My hands just can’t seem to work,
I can’t block the sun,
There’s always that lift away that sifts its way through the cracks,
I can’t pick anything up,
Without it slipping from my grasp,
It just falls into the tall grass.
And I can’t hold your hands in mine,
And I can’t share your stare,
Not at this time,
Because my blood doesn’t pump well enough,
Just a heart not strong enough,
From the last time, someone dropped mine.
Finger clasps,
Weary and weathered,
They can barely lock together.
Not fit as a home,
Better just find better.
Better find another
(Bonus verses)
Tired of this skin overgrown,
Tired of dealing with these bones, being forced to roam,
Being overgrown,
Tired of moving on from home to home.
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DEPENDENCE Lyrics – THESE WEARY HANDS