There is a wrist
And it is terrible
Terrible fingers
Are snapping all the time

Here comes my hand

There are flames
That have a weight
They become fingers

They become strings of light

We are bound
By chains we cannot see
And there are strictures
That hold us to the earth

Here comes my hand
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Here Comes My Hand Lyrics

Bodies Of Water – Here Comes My Hand Lyrics