In Your Hands
It's all in your hands
Your hand on my chest
Reading the signs
Yet not all I am
Yet not all I am
Is reading the signs
The trumpets calls the soldiers in from the towers
The few that remain in the fields toil away
It's cold out in the temple forgotten
We'd better find wood for a fire and sleep here tonight
It's all in your hands
Your hand on my chest
Reading the signs
Yet not all I am
Yet not all I
Is reading the signs
It's all in your hands
Your hand on my chest
Reading the signs
Yet not all I am
Yet not all I am
Is reading the signs
They beamed a song into space
Nobody noticed
In four hundred years we will know if it burst through the light
And how will we know if it ever got there?
And how will we know if it ever got there?
It's all in your hands
Your hand on my chest
Reading the signs
Yet not all I am
Yet not all I am
Is reading the signs
It's all in your hands
Your hand on my chest
Reading the signs
Yet not all I am
Yet not all I am
Is reading the signs
It's all in your hands
Your hand on my chest
Reading the signs
Yet not all I am
Yet not all I am
Is reading the signs
It's all in your hands
Your hand on my chest
Reading the signs
Yet not all I am
Yet not all I am
Is reading the signs
