Out Of My Hands

Sister Seven

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    Thinking of the permanent winds never changing
    They've shaped the desert as long as most remember
    Egypt, North Africa, Gibraltar and the like… Yeah
    We believed that we could be as sure and faithful
    Planets surrounding us always turn heavens clockwork
    The greatest timekeeper men can hardly fathom
    Pluto, Venus, the sun and the moon
    And we believed that we could be as pure and sacred
    Out of my hands how could we be out of my hands
    Out of my hands how could we be out of my hands
    There is a tree outside the house we shared together
    I grabbed my arms around her when you were gone
    There she's been standing five hundred years or more
    And my mistake was asking you to be that patient
    Out of my hands, how could we be, out of my hands
    Out of my hands, how could we be, out of my hands
    I'll send you a letter in the morning
    While I travel to another sleepy town
    And if once you could have loved me enough to let me wander
    Without constancy some consistency
    Thinking of the permanent winds never changing
    They've shaped the desert as long as most remember
    Egypt, North Africa, Gibraltar and the like… Yeah
    They will see their better days before the winds come calling
    They will see their better days before the winds come

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