Church - Into My Hands Lyrics
I take love into my handsJourney back to winterlandCut my losses, grow my hairSee some man to take me thereAs it gets so uncertainWhen the girl gets too nearIts never as good as I hopedOr as bad as I fearedSome seek sleek and slithering charmsOut of reach their grasping armsOur skin like milk, our breath of wordsLike happy, awful and absurdYou know its always out here in my headStupid bloody things get saidThen drifting on a summer pondI notice that my love has gone