HÅN - Hands

It’s been a long time
Since words were buildings around us
I found them hard to reach with my hands
Walls were coming down as I step around them
Around them, around them

Now I know that
Beside those words there were no hands
And the feeling is not what you claim it to be
When the only thing we do is
Coming down and around there
We’re coming down and around there

There you are again, with the same hands
Lay your words again and then you
Though I tried not to come around
What I harm is in my heart
Though I tried not to come around what I harm is