Testo Hands To Hold Me

Wait your turn for peace to come
Where are all the hours in a day

Make room for this dream
To be true
It will be true eventually

How am I to stand my ground When it shifts beneath my feet
Letting go seems easy

When this life is spilling
So much that you can't keep
Not enough hands to hold me
Not enough hands to hold me

Not enough hands to hold me
Not enough hands to hold me

When this life is spilling
So much that you can't keep
Not enough hands to hold me
Not enough hands to hold me
Not enough hands to hold me
Not enough hands to hold me