...A Hand Brushed
Through this skin I breathe emotion
Setting fire to my own control
What I want is to know what you want
Healing water for my wounded soul
Through these eyes I can't see
I'm blinded by my own device
What I want is to see what you see
A hand brushed by tired eyes
I don't want it all
I just want something
I grab it all
And I get nothing
Through this heart
You breathe a passion
Setting fire to my own disguise
What I want is to know what you want
A hand brushed by tired eyes
I fear, I cling, I die to everything