Out of My Hands

I don't want to sell you

I don't want to buy you

Feed you

Feed on you

Have you

Lose you

Force you

I don't want to have to

But it's you in slow-mo, it's you in the stream

It's you in real life and you in the dream

It's always you

It's always you

And every small thing turns into a big one

Like a roller coaster ride, but tell me when it's done

Spring

Summer came and left again

I see the sun and I know it's eating

And you're in the air and you're in my head

You're in every part of me, and it's okay

It's always you

It's always you

And when we meet on a rusty morning (By the sea or in the Peoples Park)

You will tell me the monster's crawling (In your legs, poisoning your heart)

So what, what are my hands for, if not keeping you steady?

So what if your head is sore, I'm here, you're not alone

But it's out of my hands

It's out of my hands

It's always you

It's always you