Thomas Le Beau Morley - Gla** Hand lyrics

A fragile exchange of eyes Say it's nothing while I reached for your hand tonight And you clenched it tight My palm was cut from what Blood was dripping A holistic approach was my First instinct But- Please take me To the hospital now I'm in the backseat Panicking Please take me To the hospital now My gla** hand is breaking Cold and stressed Retreat to basic reality When finally they talk I'm already detached From the dream