These hands are made of stone
These hands are made of ice
These hands are empty now
These hands have paid the price
These hands have held you
And then pushed you away
These hands have hurt you
More than you can say

These hands are rough and crude
These hands are unskilled
These hands can't repair
What took so long to build
Actions speak louder
Louder than the words
When I said I love you
I guess you never heard

These hands are empty still
These hands always will
Reach out for you
These empty hands

These hands have touched you face
These hands have wiped your tears
These hands can't replace
What between us disappeared
Meet me half way
If there's even half a chance
Of holding you in
These empty hands

Chorus

Meet me half way
If there's even half a chance
Of holding you in
These empty hands

© 2004 Rich Simmons