| Song | Into My Hands |
| Artist | The Church |
| Album | Remote Luxury |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I take love into my hands | |
| Journey back to winterland | |
| Cut my losses, grow my hair | |
| See some man to take me there | |
| As it gets so uncertain | |
| When the girl gets too near | |
| It's never as good as i hoped | |
| Or as bad as i feared | |
| Some seek sleek and slithering charms | |
| Out of reach their grasping arms | |
| Our skin like milk, our breath of words | |
| Like happy, awful and absurd | |
| You know it's always out here in my head | |
| Stupid bloody things get said | |
| Then drifting on a summer pond | |
| I notice that my love has gone |