please stop pulling at the sutures
but I'm only guessing
we gaze at our hazy futures
I'll always seek your blessing
looking through our telescopes
with darkened lenses
we make out figures and shapes
our feelings overrun our senses
colors all look different today
as steam rises and swirls into clouds
your hands are beautiful and strong
your hands were made to be held
hands outstretched
so close and yet so far away
want to live right now in this space
want to see what it might become
want to live in all the golden moments
we want to be overwhelmed
when are you going
when are you going
when are you going
to love again
when are you going
when are you going
when are you going
to love again
all these roads have been leading me to you
these hands were made to feel and to hold onto
all these roads have been leading me to you
these hands were made to be held and to heal
your hands were made to be held

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