Sam Phillips
Your Hands
I walked to the edge
stood over breaking ground to hear your voice
as the earth gives out under
my soul feels like a stone
it feels like a star (as Rilke might have said)
as I`m falling
I feel your hands holding on to me
as I`m falling
you`re holding on
he said the moon looked like the battered face
of Jesus on the cross
then he laid me down
I wrap this longing around me
and wait for some sign of you
my balance is gone
Your Hands
I walked to the edge
stood over breaking ground to hear your voice
as the earth gives out under
my soul feels like a stone
it feels like a star (as Rilke might have said)
as I`m falling
I feel your hands holding on to me
as I`m falling
you`re holding on
he said the moon looked like the battered face
of Jesus on the cross
then he laid me down
I wrap this longing around me
and wait for some sign of you
my balance is gone