Your hands are lifeless as the ground
I will lay my body on
And they seem to fit so well
And easy when they're unknown
One day, I let go of thinking
That they made only one body to fit mine
When I realized they really made none
And I gave up caring what it would feel like
Your hands are as cold as the earth
They all want to put my body in
And they wrap around me like they're saving the world
Or stopping the unfolding of what I know
That there were really none
But they fit so well with no motives driving
They fill so well when they're unknown