All That Has Passed Through These Little Hands

gets hard and harder, the piston strains to the mortar

that's when I'm in love I'm in love I'm in love

what I seek is rhythm

put that strain into my head Lord

Lord take me and make me reel,

take these fantasies and turn them into a reality

Lord I know it's a simple and a dumb wish

I know that I'm stupid, Lord, but grant me this:

if you can be kind Lord, I can be strong

if you can be kind Lord, I can be faithful

I can be patient, I can be loving, I can be strong

I can be evil, I can be wicked, I can be alone

I can be truthful, I can be a liar, I can be lost

I can be evil, I can be wicked, I can be one

so stand alone, stand alone

Lord take it from my gentle hands

what I want is music, what I want is living, what I want is this:

what I want is myself unto the borders and into the bliss

what I want is a record of all that has passed through these little hands

what I want is a record of all that I have loved

and all that I will

and I want a picture, a picture that I can kiss

my little sweetheart, my true and new one,

my one and only love