Hey love, live it up
Cuz I'm getting closer
And I want love, give it up
This poetry and prose and words are not enough
Cuz you're more than melody to me... I think
(verse 2)
So morning come and I'm nervously clad
In these sheets not my own and these hands where they don't belong
And I'm all but a victim in my prison head
I should run for my gun but I'm lying instead in your hands
In your hands, in your hands, in your hands
chorus:
And you say hey love, live it up
Cuz I'm getting closer
And I want love, give it up
This poetry and prose and words are not enough
Cuz you're more than melody to me... I think
And holding out our hands before us
All the world will love and whore us
C E C D (switch to verse)
My heart, oh Lord, is in your hands
(verse 3)
In my hands, in your hands
In my hands in your hands
In my hands, in your hands
In my hands, in my hands, in my...
(chorus: x times)
Ooohhhh, yeah
(verse)
Hey Mr. Love, I'm too tired to sing but he is more than melody to me
Cuz I'm getting closer
And I want love, give it up
This poetry and prose and words are not enough
Cuz you're more than melody to me... I think
(verse 2)
So morning come and I'm nervously clad
In these sheets not my own and these hands where they don't belong
And I'm all but a victim in my prison head
I should run for my gun but I'm lying instead in your hands
In your hands, in your hands, in your hands
chorus:
And you say hey love, live it up
Cuz I'm getting closer
And I want love, give it up
This poetry and prose and words are not enough
Cuz you're more than melody to me... I think
And holding out our hands before us
All the world will love and whore us
C E C D (switch to verse)
My heart, oh Lord, is in your hands
(verse 3)
In my hands, in your hands
In my hands in your hands
In my hands, in your hands
In my hands, in my hands, in my...
(chorus: x times)
Ooohhhh, yeah
(verse)
Hey Mr. Love, I'm too tired to sing but he is more than melody to me