My Hands

If I give into you I know that I will never see my life in my hands again If I give into you I know that I will never see my life in my hands again I'm not here to love you And to make you feel sane, so what's the use? If I should try to love you No I can't stay sane, so what's the use? My hands, my hands weren't made to love you My hands, my hands weren't made to love you If I give into you I know that I will never see my life in my hands again If I give into you I know that I will never see my life in my hands again I was there to love you But only for the night, that you knew I've got no-one to run to That's why it felt right, that you knew My hands, my hands weren't made to love you My hands, my hands weren't made to love you I can't just learn to love, understand I know I woke you up, that one night we had my baby I can't just learn to love, understand I know we move so well, it was just one night my baby My hands, my hands weren't made to love you My hands, my hands weren't made to love you But I want that touch The one he's missing He's not enough Won't you listen, right Won't you listen, right But I want that touch The one he's missing He's not enough Won't you listen, right Won't you listen, right