Holding on the sons and daughters
Deep inside the soul is true
With each breath you'll take another
Passing time, time passes through
Noble is the one whose living for the path of holding
Close the warmth of proximity to
Hands we're meant for
Hands we're meant for
Hands we're meant for
Hand we're…
Far away the rhythms panting
Far away the tugging drone
Holy hands are eachothers
Holy hands are our own
All the time wasted while
Close to warmth of proximity to
Hands we're meant for
Hands we're meant for
Hands we're meant for
Holy hands are eachothers
Holy hands are our own
Holy hands are eachothers
Holy hands are our own.