Hey Mr. Love I've been singin' and still There's a hole in my heart only a man can fill But he's had a blistered love and we're sharin' a bed But he's not in a state to be readily left in my hands In my hands in my hands in my hands
CHORUS: Hey Love live it up Cause I'm getting to closer and I want love Give it up This poetry and prose and words are not enough Cause he's more than melody to me...I think
So morning comes and I'm nervously cold In these sheets not my own and these hands where they don't belong And I'm all but a victim to my prison head I should run for my gun but I'm lying instead in your hands In your hands in your hands in your hands
CHORUS: And you say hey Love live it up Cause I'm getting to closer and I want love Give it up This poetry and prose and words are not enough Cause he's more than melody to me...I think
And holding out our hands before us All the world will love and whore us My heart Oh Lord is in your hands... In your hands, in my hands, in your hands In my hands (6x)
Hey Mr. Love I'm too tired to sing But he is more than melody to me