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

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