Текст песни Tired Hands

You stayed an hour
From where I once laid
With back on the grass
And feet where it was paved
Where water mixed in
With the rust and decay

You slept while I wept
You slept, I wept
Waiting, praying

Twenty-four hours of waiting is not that long (Hey)
But dear, as the light starts to fading,
My heart grows fond (Hey)
It's a product of absence I'm sure
Still I over-analyze (Hey)
A day without words makes me wonder
If your fingers grew tired
If you misplaced the wires
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Under the water
Out the other side
We were intercepted
By fathers and scribes
With burnt offerings
We had finally arrived

You slept while I wept
You slept, I wept
Waiting, praying

Twenty-four hours of waiting is not that long (Hey)
But dear, as the light starts to fading,
My heart grows fond (Hey)
It's a product of absence I'm sure
Still I over-analyze (Hey)
A day without words makes me wonder
If your fingers grew tired
If you misplaced the wires
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