Hands Lyrics - Kind Of Like Spitting

I've been singing of Allison's hands in my hands 

But she keeps them in her pocket 

She hides them in the sand 

I remember so well dark nights, spine to spine 

So she has to stay behind to recover 

Be free 

I am thinking of Allison's trust 

It's been so hard to find 

I know I won't get it this time 

By writing a catchy melody line 

I am dreaming of Allison's light 

Coming into to bloom 

But my dreams will never do 

The comfort that she needs I can't provide 

It's a choice to just react 

I'm gonna learn that lesson 

For the rest of my life 

Going through hell 

No, I won't look back