Our Hands letra

She always thought he was the kind of guy who liked the look but
Couldn't stand the smell of smoke
He always thought she was the kind of girl to script these collective feelings
But she only writes when she's alone

Our hands were washed in broken light
Our hands were stained before His eyes
You found truth in rows of wooden pews
I've found it in the way we move

We've got it figured out; we've got something to prove
To all of you
We feel as if we've found our way through the dimly lit streets and the graves our fathers laid
They all have never felt so free, there's a distinct comfort in belief

We are the kids on front porch steps reminiscing about death
Reflecting on the lives our mothers led
She always thought he was the kind of guy who liked the look but he just liked the smell of smoke
He always thought she was the kind of girl to script these collective feelings
But she knows there are worse things than being alone

Wayfarer - Letras

• A High Plains Eulogy
• A Nation Of Immigrants
• Alas And Did My Saviour Bleed?
• All Lost In Aimless Chaos
• And Pass Way
• Animal Crown
• Arts And Warcrafts
• Black Plumes Over God's Country
• Catcher
• Collide
• Daughter Of Time
• Deathless Tundra
• Ever Climbing
• False Constellation
• Fire & Gold
• How Long (love Constraining To Obedience)
• Jesus, Savior, Pilot Me
• Masquerade Of The Gunslingers
• Old Souls' New Dawn
• On And By
• On Horseback They Carried Thunder
• Our Hands
• Power In The Ground
• Reaper on the Oilfields
• Salvation
• Same Kids
• Shall We Gather At The River?
• Still Eyes
• The Cattle Thief
• The Crimson Rider (Gallows Frontier, Act I)
• The Crows Ahead Cry War
• The Dreaming Plain
• The Fever Of Those Years
• The Hunger
• The Iron Horse (Gallows Frontier, Act Ii)
• The Stranger
• The Thousand Tombs Of Western Promise
• To Enter My House Justified
• Vaudeville
• Watch You Bloom
• What Wondrous Love Is This?