Hands - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I once held a hand that withered away over time

I saw a reflection of an escape route when I looked in your eyes

But I held faith & I held on for dear life

And I held onto those ashes very tight

The hands of time told me that my time will be up soon

Reflections of your life will play back when you look at the moon

And you'll see what could've been & see everything of the truth

That there's no use for you, your hands are too bruised

Let me hold onto you

I won't be around much longer

You helped me see my truth

But hands drift away when we're not fonder

Let me be your hand

When you don't have a plan

Let me be your man

But I know that I can't

Fingers dressed with metal wear suits of armor to show one's love

And the nails play pretend in the dollhouse of life in the sun

The knuckles were once mine, laid in the grooves of your skin

I admired the artwork, but now look from afar in my death

I dried out in the sun where the tears turned to sand on my face

But no one to call those tears their home, we stay in our place

Time is but a privilege & these hands have lost that race

Die here in the bushes where I tried to find an embrace