Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself Keep making love to each other All of the downs and the uppers You're metaphorical gin and juice And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I I want it all, no,

Is just a grain of sand And what you've been out there searching for forever Is in your hands Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing What you got if you ain't got love The kind that you just want to give away It's okay to open up Go ahead and let

Do you know how hard that is? I know you love your children I know you love your wife I know you set yourself up to live the simple life. Since you were young and it’s so bright. I can offer you so little help But just accept the hands you’ve been dealt

Where was I? When he was feeling on you with his hands? Seen the vivid pictures in my head I'm under the assumption love is dead Dead inside Spend a lot of time stuck in this head of mine Under the assumption love is dead, already Just let me be here

When you lie to me I want to be the one you remember I want to feel your love like the weather All over me, all over me I want to print our hands in the pavement Savour your words, I won't ever waste them Look in your eyes and know just what you miss So

To the "love", I left my conscience pressed Between the pages of the Bible in the drawer "What did it ever do for me?", I say Kiss and tell Loose lips sink ships To "I swear, I say" To hands between legs, to "whatever it takes" To drinks at the club, to

Love is hell Raise your hands, let me hear you yell Love is shit Can't you tell I've had enough of it I'd rather be stabbed and be cut into ribbons I'd rather be dead than the way you got me living I'd rather be shot in the heart and be bleeding I'd

Incomplete, alone and unfinished, my flaws in design are all I've become I can feel myself wither away, the darkest of evils, this way will become Isolation, mutilation as predicted this love has torn us apart From temptation to damnation, my heart bars

Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone? And now all my friends are gone I can still remember The words and what they meant As we etched

Love lies bleeding in my hands And love lies bleeding in my hand Oh it kills me to think of you with another man I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan But my guitar couldn't hold you so I split the band The roses in the window box Have