These Hands

These hands are tired These fingers don't move the way they should These palms are weak I can't hold the words, the ones I want to keep If I could make it, why should I make you This is the one thing I'm supposed to do If I could be anything, I don't think it'd be you Can you take this for me tonight Can you hold it for a while (See the way you [?]) Can you take this for me tonight Can you hold it for a while (See the way you [?]) These words are mine This story now is moving underneath This house is ours We built the walls but won't you let me speak If I could make it, why should I make you This is the one thing I'm supposed to do If I could be anything, I don't think it'd be you Can you take this for me tonight Can you hold it for a while (See the way you [?]) Can you take this for me tonight Can you hold it for a while (Feel the way you [?]) Can you take this for me tonight Can you hold it for a while Can you take this for me tonight Can you hold it for a while (See the way you [?]) Can you hold it for a while Can you take it, can you take it Can you hold it just for a while