Out Of My Hands Lyrics - Michael Penn

I feel like I'm coming down with it 

All of the symptoms fit and I backslide 

An eye on the clock, I don't talk much 

When I'm running on the inside 

When every conclusion reached is out to you 

I put on my best face and my kid gloves too 

And held up the end until it's out of my hands 

Out of my hands 

And if you tuned in to see blood 

It's not a subject that I surpass in 

My mission's been scrubbed, my brains were washed 

Because I never was your assassin 

It's like a desert sand will have to do 

And between my fingers, saw it running through 

Until it turned into this and out of my hands 

Out of my hands, out of my hands 

So come up and check there's nothing up my sleeve 

All the while it's getting harder for you to believe 

Out of my hands, out of my hands 

Out of my hands