You know he got the cure ...... but then he went astray,
He used to stay awake
To drive the dreams he had away
He wanted to believe
In the hands of love . . .
His head it felt heavy
As he cut across the land
A dog started crying
Like a broken hearted man
At the howling wind . . .
The howling wind
He went deeper into black
Deeper into white . . . he could see
The stars shine
Like nails in the night
He felt the healing
Healing, healing, healing
Hands of love
Like the stars shiny, shiny . . .
From the above
He put his hands in the pocket
His finger on the steel
The pistol weighed heavy
His heart he could feel
Was beating, beating
Beating, beating oh my love
Oh my love, oh my love
Oh my love.
He saw the hands that build
Could also pull down . . .
The hands of love.
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