Always fall into open hands
You're never one to take a stand when you're not well
Caressing your broken hands
You always fail to reprimand those at blame
Secret plots are happening
Conspiracies are devising
A tourniquet unraveling
Faithful looks you demand
Sights from the Everyman that looks below
Hollow sounds in the empty man
Digging trenches in the sand to follow too
Secret plots are happening
Conspiracies are devising
Our tourniquet's unraveling
Always fall into open hands (some tension)
You're never one to make a stand when you're not well (retention)
Caressing your broken hands (who did it?)
You always fail to reprimand those at blame (I didn't)
Gainer Hawks - Open Hands Lyrics
Gainer Hawks - Open Hands Lyrics
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Always fall into open hands
You're never one to take a stand when you're not well
Caressing your broken hands
You always fail to reprimand those at blame
Secret plots are happening
Conspiracies are devising
A tourniquet unraveling
Faithful looks you demand
Sights from the Everyman that looks below
Hollow sounds in the empty man
Digging trenches in the sand to follow too
Secret plots are happening
Conspiracies are devising
Our tourniquet's unraveling
Always fall into open hands (some tension)
You're never one to make a stand when you're not well (retention)
Caressing your broken hands (who did it?)
You always fail to reprimand those at blame (I didn't)
You're never one to take a stand when you're not well
Caressing your broken hands
You always fail to reprimand those at blame
Secret plots are happening
Conspiracies are devising
A tourniquet unraveling
Faithful looks you demand
Sights from the Everyman that looks below
Hollow sounds in the empty man
Digging trenches in the sand to follow too
Secret plots are happening
Conspiracies are devising
Our tourniquet's unraveling
Always fall into open hands (some tension)
You're never one to make a stand when you're not well (retention)
Caressing your broken hands (who did it?)
You always fail to reprimand those at blame (I didn't)
Writer: Gainer Hawks
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