Thomas Fiss - My Hands

I was a fool enough to know you
When you found me on the fourth of July
And the skies lit up around you
When you told me that you wanted to fly
And I’ll hold on
And I’ll hold on
And I’ll hold on
My hands are made for you yeah

And we sat along the short line
And the water danced in your eyes
All the colors that surround you here
I saw you reaching out for your life
And I’ll hold on
And I’ll hold on
And I’ll hold on

CHORUS:
My hands are made for you yeah
My hands are made for you yeah
My hands are made for you yeah
My hands are made for you yeah
My hands are made for you yeah

Take my hands, and know that they’re yours alone
We were meant to fly
When you let us go
Look up at the sky
When you feel alone
All we ever wanted
Was hearts of gold
Yeah

CHORUS:
My hands are made for you yeah
My hands are made for you yeah
My hands are made for you yeah
My hands are made for you yeah