Sophe Lux Sacred Hands
Empty your hands
Your sacred hands
You can tow it down the line
Take back the heart
Take back the heart
Oh, the heart that wants
Nothing at all
Oh, leave yourself
Yeah, leave yourself
And the violence of the images
Tearing at your flesh
What does it matter if I'm ordinary
When there's a God dancing
Though me kicking me
Outside my head
Saying to me when you gonna wake
Up your brain, dead loser, you bruiser
You cruiser, oh
Wrestling with your strength
Too much
Are you wounded by your success
The gray sky's adorned itself
For you today
With a spiral of sparrows
Calling out your name
A boy hung himself from a tree
Yeah, a boy hung himself from a tree
And the tree said
Why did you pick me
