Hands - Moving Mountains

Oh, mother

I was born in your eyes

I was walking

The day I came to life

And I’ve come beside myself to know

I’m just a person with highs and lows

Oh, father

I was raised in your hands

I was fighting

Before I could understand

And I’ve got a lot of things to learn

And things I don’t think that I deserve

Come lay your head

And come rest your tired eyes

Fall back instead

Feel your breath internalize

And come lay your head

And come rest your tired eyes

And fall back instead

Fall back instead

When I try to fall asleep

I’m lifted from my bed sheets

Where the ground is falling down

And the night is far too loud

I’m giving up

I’m giving in

Everything is rising

Come and rest your tired eyes

Your youth’s fading

Everyone is leaving

And I cannot complain