Текст песни Michael Penn - Out of My Hands
Michael Penn - Out of My Hands слова песни
I feel like I`m coming down with itAll of the symptoms fit And I backslideAn eye on the clockI don`t talk muchWhen I`m running On the insideWhen every conclusion reachedIs out to youI put on my best face and my kid gloves, tooAnd held up the endUntil it`s out of my handsOut of my handsAnd if you tuned in to see bloodIt`s not a subject that I surpass inMy mission`s been scrubbed; my brains were washedBecause I never was your assassinIt`s like a desert Sand will have to doAnd between my fingers Saw it running throughUntil it turned into thisAnd out of my handsOut of my handsOut of my handsSo come up and checkThere`s nothing up my sleeveAll the whileIt`s getting harder for you to believeOut of my handsOut of my handsOut of my hands