Empty Hands

I've been sitting here on my hands

'Cause when I let them out

They do such destructive things

I've keeping all my cards close

'Cause when I put them down

They bring bad luck and tempting flings

And I'm holding myself at bay

'Cause my heart likes to run away

With anything, or anyone that sways it

It's hard enough to look through glass

To see beauty and bounty and pass

Pass it all up for nothing and empty hands

I'm sitting on broken bones

I'm walking on broken glass

I'm holding my screams inside

I'm wishing love would come at last

I'm throwing silent tantrums

I'm burning up all my plans

I'm sitting here with broken bones

And beat up empty hands

I've been walking down memory's lane

'Cause when it's hurting

I can pass through the pain

I've been watching my life go by

'Cause when I look up too far

I'm prompted by false hope to cry

And I'm trying hard just to run

In a new and fresh direction

Towards some light at the end of tunnel

And it's hard in a house of glass

Surrounded by stones and grass

Passing it all up, to keep my empty hands

I'm sitting on broken bones

I'm walking on broken glass

I'm holding my screams inside

I'm wishing love would come at last

I'm throwing silent tantrums

I'm burning up all my plans

I'm sitting here with broken bones

And beat up empty hands