Hands

Written by：Neil Ormandy/Barnaby Courtney

We watched the bands until the stars burn out the morning sky

You dragged me in became the skin that keeps me warm at night

All that you left me was a number on the back of my hand

I kissed the poison on your lips till I was paralysed

Now all the chemicals are burning right between my eyes

All that you left me was a number on the back of my hand

I got nothing woohoo woohoo

So I've been walking I'm gonna find you

Through every backstreet I will run through ooo

I count the days ooo till I can bring you home

Your hand in my hand woohoo woohoo hoo

Let's slip away I know a place some where outside of town

I lost your grip out in the rain amongst the raging crowd

And all your numbers started fading from the back of my hand

I got nothing woohoo woohoo

So I've been walking I'm gonna find you

Through every backstreet I will run though ooo

I count the days ooo till I can bring you home

Your hand in my hand yeah woohoo woohoo hoo

So I've been walking I'm gonna find you

Through every backstreet I will run through ooo

I count the days ooo till I can bring you home

Your hand in my hand woohoo woohoo hooo