Lyrics
Hands
With you lying by my side
I lose all track of days and sense of time
As my fingers like a brush - stroke a painter’s touch
Along your backside
Easing into the curves
Always making sure
That I didn’t miss a chance to caress
Everywhere you like
They’ve opened doors and some I’ve walked through
They’ve reached for things I thought they had to
They’ve scratched and clawed for all that is dear
They wipe my eyes if they start to tear
But of all the things I’ve ever asked them to do
I know without a doubt my hands were made for touching you
I feel the smile upon your face
As your lips I softly trace
Slipping past your ear slowly drawing near
To squeeze you tight
I leave my prints upon your skin
Like a map they show that I have been
From your head to your toes and your face lets me know
That it’s alright
They’ve opened doors and some I’ve walked through
They’ve reached for things I thought they had to
They’ve scratched and clawed for all that is dear
They wipe my eyes if they start to tear
But of all the things I’ve ever asked them to do
I know without a doubt my hands were made for touching you
Yeah the more I touch the more I feel
The more I dream the more it’s real
My hands they speak through the things they’ve done
They keep telling me that you’re the one
They’ve opened doors and some I’ve walked through
They’ve reached for things I thought they had to
They’ve scratched and clawed for all that is dear
They wipe my eyes if they start to tear
But of all the things I’ve ever asked them to do
I know without a doubt my hands were made for touching you
I know without a doubt my hands were made for touching you
I know without a doubt my hands were made for touching you