Hey Mr. Love I've been singing and still
There's a hole in my heart only a man can fill
But he's had a blistered love and we're sharing a bed
And he's not in a state to be readily left in my hands
In my hands, in my hands, in my hands
Hey love, live it up
Cuz I'm getting closer
And I want love, give it up
This poetry and prose and words are not enough
Cuz you're more than melody to me...I think
So morning come and I'm nervously clad
In these sheets not my own and these hands where they don't belong
And I'm all but a victim in my prison head
I should run for my gun but I'm lying instead in your hands
In your hands, in your hands, in your hands
And you say hey love, live it up
Cuz I'm getting closer
And I want love, give it up
This poetry and prose and words are not enough
Cuz you're more than melody to me...I think
And holding out our hands before us
All the world will love and whore us
My heart, oh Lord, is in your hands
In my hands, in your hands
In my hands in your hands
In my hands, in your hands
In my hands, in my hands, in my...
Ooohhhh, yeah
Hey Mr. Love, I'm too tired to sing but he is more than melody to me
