Gentle Hands - Thieving Irons

Don’t know what’s left, but I know what’s right

Can’t keep the riddle settled down tonight

Put your best suit on, holes in the shoes

Bright eyed and blood-shoot, no heat in the living room

Emblazoned with fortitude, cracking knuckles on the bench

Pick up the empty bottle, put the bed to rest

Singing praises, hail on the tin

Bleed it all out, bleed-it-all-out

No stranger to this sound, next minute coming in

Gentle hands we can feel

We can feel

Unity gains with the caving in

We give it all up just to get in

Wake me up, wake me up

Ambient dreams, got me drinking all my hope

Singing praises, hail on the tin

Bleed it all out, bleed-it-all-out

No stranger to this sound, next minute coming in

Gentle hands we can feel

We can feel

Bells and missiles with one knee on the ground

Arms reach out, arms reaching out

Bells and missiles with one knee on the ground

Arms reach out, arms reaching out

Small world wonders, «why the big city thunder?»

Which way to the road home is where to stumble

With arms reaching out

With arms reaching out