Mott The Hoople - My Life's In Your Hands lyrics

(john fiddler/morgan fisher/overend watts) Think of the love that I gave you When you're living all alone I don't know how to behave with you Wish you'd bury my love like a bone And baby we can dig it out And baby we can dig it in But if you leave me lying here You'll be guilty of a sin Remember the days that we spent Trying out a little tenderness Now who's the lucky guy With your hands on him and his on your dress Remember the time that we spent Alone in our room? Did we create a harmony Or just an image of this fool? 'n mama My life's in your hands My life's in your hands My life's in your hands Now here's a big empty man He's alive but his head's in his hands And just like the sands of time You can feel him going down Just can't escape his reason and rhyme So don't you think you won the game His memory lives in you just the same And I know you're thinking o' him And you are guilty of the sin 'n mama My life's in your hands My life's in your hands My life's in your hands My life's in your hands Babe, my life's in your hands Look at me, your life's in my hands Look at you, my life's in your hands Hey, yeahhh 'n mama My life's in your hands My life's in your hands Hey, my life's in your hands Ooh, my life's in your hands I believe these changing days Have burned my love in fiery flames