Hands

This ain’t no high school love, you can tell me what you want
Come up the stairs in the dark, and I’ll leave the door unlocked
You think it’s head or heels, but if you’re not breaking bones
Then what’s the point of chasing pavements, if you need end up at home?
This ain’t no high school love, you can tell me what you want

I wonder if you’ll ever understand, what it’s like to be loved by these hands
I wonder if you’ll ever learn to know, what it’s like to be warm in the cold
Take a chance on the holy grail, make me wonder if you’d ever waste it
I wonder if you’ll ever understand, what it’s like to be loved by these hands

This ain’t no water in a drought, why don’t you drink me up and over?
Cut off the thrones of your stems, we can sweat in the Oklahoma summer
You think it’s head or heels, but if you’re not breaking bones
Then what’s the point of chasing kpavements?

I wonder if you’ll ever understand, what it’s like to be loved by these hands
I wonder if you’ll ever learn to know, what it’s like to be warm in the cold
Take a chance on the holy grail, make me wonder if you’d ever waste it
I wonder if you’ll ever understand, what it’s like to be loved by these hands
These hands, these hands

This ain’t no high school love, you can tell me what you want
Turn off the tele in the room, I’ll keep my focus on you to change your point of view
I wonder if you’ll ever understand, what it’s like to be loved by a man

I wonder if you’ll ever learn to know, what it’s like to be warm in the cold
Take a chance on the holy grail, make me wonder if you’d ever waste it
I wonder if you’ll ever understand, what it’s like to be loved by these hands
These hands, these hands