Tiny Hands Songtext
von Jack Cheshire

If it′s love, sweet love
Let it weave its roots upon me
Reconnect me to the morning
May it shine through me
I won't let you down
I will build my world around it
I′ll work tirelessly
There's a strange wind blowing
There's a darkness that is growing
There′s a bad moon on the rise
It hangs over me
Underneath I′ve taken sides
I know the enemy
An open book
A sliding door
Your tiny hands
The ocean floor
The golden wave
That comes before
Annihilation


Put your hands inside mine
Pull back the curtains in your mind
Let those psychic streams come flowing
Let them play with me
I know what I am
I'm just a grain of sand
Out on the estuary
If the clock hand whirls
And you′re feeling in the world
And you've lost your sense of wonder
And of agency
Remember we′re all buried
In our lives sometimes
We all go weightlessly
An open book
A sliding door
Your tiny hands
The ocean floor
The golden wave
That comes before
Annihilation