"HANDS OF LOVE"
(Written by Linda Perry)
(Written by Linda Perry)
Covered in streaks of blood
They'll be an endless sea
Of hands rising up
And the preacher man
And the preacher's son
Will stand arm in arm
Just like everyone
We
Longing to be free
I won't let you fade away
We
Shared so many dreams
I won't let them fade away
In the hands of love
We carry on
Stronger than we started
Of the ash and dust
That trail behind us
Wicked is the blinded
Who we are comes to life
Who we are comes to life
When the water spills
The glass will break
It drips like tears
Running up your face
And the hounds will cry
For the dogs of war
With the sounds of joy
That victory will soar
We
Longing to be free
I won't let you fade away
We
Shared so many dreams
I won't let them fade away
In the hands of love
We carry on
Stronger than we started
Of the ash and dust
That trail behind us
Wicked is the blinded
Who we are comes to life
Who we are comes to life
We longing to be free
I won't let you fade away.
In the hands of love
We carry on
Stronger than we started
Of the ash and dust
That trail behind us
Wicked is the blinded
Who we are comes to life
Who we are comes to life
We come alive
We come alive
We come alive
We come to life
