Broken Hands - Hundred Reasons

We aspire to be

Just like you as we

Fall to our knees to be grateful

If we could fake

What we should believe

We’d fool you into thinking we’re grateful

Take what you want from me

Nobody’s telling you

Where to go

Don’t think I am so naive

To be fooled by these

Smokescreens

Confess to the priest

Absolve your sins

That eat you little by little

The dust settles into

Arms of hope

I’d break if you’d fold a little

We languish in the sun

Broken hands all blistered

Just trying to hold on

As we stood still on fire

Now and forever and

Now and forever