The Hands That Held Me Back


Spare me a mouthful; I'm thirsty from walking alone.
But I got an earful for being so far from my home.
Mile after mile, I'm making it up as I go.

Spare me your secrets. I know what I know.
The hands that have held me back, we're always my own.

Carry me homeward, a funeral fit for a king
I've been defeated, this sparrow has broken a wing
Gold and silver glistening, the furthest I've ever been
From anyone, or anything

Spare me your secrets. I know what I know.
I've lost all my feelings; except feeling alone.
You reach out and pull me back, with words that I know.
The hands that have held me back, we're always my own.