Your Hands into Mine歌词

作词 : Tamas Wells
作曲 : Tamas Wells
Your Hands into Mine
Tamas Wells
Thirty People Away
The bride could hardly raise her voice
I heard ceiling fans and noise
I tried to talk about the ways
I measured out the grace
But your hands into mine

Your hands into mine
A size larger than the last
Arrived When I broken the glass
I would seldom take the stairs
In time for me to be aware
Of your hands into mine