Songtexte:
Your Hands Are Cold

time for change, understanding and faith are what friends are about, but on every corner disappointment (is waiting, every wall would have understood me better), I am cold

: Moon shining down through the palms shadows moving on the sand somebody whispering the twenty-third psalm dusty rifle in his trembling hands somebody

: Oh, oh Can we hold hands If it's cold outside Do it if you can Just don't feel obliged Are we in love? Maybe in my mind Are we in love? We can compromise

going to make it worthwhile. A touch, subdived, rinsed, and sold, before the hands have a chance to get cold, as an eyelash pries an hour from the schedules of the uninvolved. And your

longing to hold her close For the whole of your working life And the band played on Move your ass Well your hostess is lookin' mad As your hands start to wander And your

I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up Chorus Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier ooooo child things are gonna get brighter

colder - than hear the ballad of a dead soldier [Chorus] [last line:] "close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier" [2Pac] Be a coward, put yo' hands

nobody violates the Don I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone Why perpetrate like you can handle my team? So merciless that my attack'll take command of your

to your selfish pride Fix your eyes on the sun Get burned on the inside All rise, abandon your shadows and cut ties to your selfish pride Fix your eyes