Invisible Hands
(Martin Page/Brian Fairweather)
I have your photograph
I have it hanging on my wall
You neither cry or laugh
Finding it hard to forget it all
Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands
To touch you
Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands
To feel you
You make the evening news
You never had an alibi
Your evidence my be the truth
But they believed my lies
Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands
To touch you
Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands
To feel you
Is it a lie
When you're asking me why
Hold out my had
When you don't understand
Is it a lie
When you're asking me why
Who fires the gun.. Gun.. Gun.. Gun
Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands
To touch you
Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands
To feel you
Is it a lie
When you're asking me why
Hold out my had
When you don't understand
Is it a lie
When you're asking me why
Who fires the gun.. Gun.. Gun.. Gun
Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands
To touch you
Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands
To feel you