His Hands Lyrics

	作词 : Ian
	His hands were made of lightning
	His fingers were the wind
	They reached into my heart
	And let me love again
	His touch was made for pleasure
	So good it seemed a sin
	Stroking my soul, keeping me whole
	Till I gave myself to him
	His hands, they never hit me sober
	His hands, they never marked my face
	I would rather be blind
	Than see him treat me that way
	I would rather be deaf
	Than hear that sound like a pistol cracking
	As the spirit breaks
	And loves comes tumbling down
	He learned it from his father
	And from his father's wife
	He learned from the preacher
	Who told her they were married for life
	And if I'd had his children
	They might have learned from me
	I finally ran when I saw that his hands
	Would sign that legacy
	He said, "I've broken stallions
	I've broken mares too
	Given time, and the right frame of mind
	I swear, I'll break you"
	So, come on you pretty women
	Who think that you're too smart
	And learn from one who loved a damaged heart
	There are some things you can gamble
	There are some things you can change
	But you can't change a man with the law in his hand
	It's like trying to drown the rain
	His hands, would never hit me sober
	His hands, would never mark my face
	They would rather be blind
	Then to treat me that way
	They would rather be deaf
	Than to hear that sound like a pistol cracking
	As the spirit breaks
	And love comes tumblin' down
	Tumblin' down, tumblin' down

	zuo ci : Ian
	His hands were made of lightning
	His fingers were the wind
	They reached into my heart
	And let me love again
	His touch was made for pleasure
	So good it seemed a sin
	Stroking my soul, keeping me whole
	Till I gave myself to him
	His hands, they never hit me sober
	His hands, they never marked my face
	I would rather be blind
	Than see him treat me that way
	I would rather be deaf
	Than hear that sound like a pistol cracking
	As the spirit breaks
	And loves comes tumbling down
	He learned it from his father
	And from his father' s wife
	He learned from the preacher
	Who told her they were married for life
	And if I' d had his children
	They might have learned from me
	I finally ran when I saw that his hands
	Would sign that legacy
	He said, " I' ve broken stallions
	I' ve broken mares too
	Given time, and the right frame of mind
	I swear, I' ll break you"
	So, come on you pretty women
	Who think that you' re too smart
	And learn from one who loved a damaged heart
	There are some things you can gamble
	There are some things you can change
	But you can' t change a man with the law in his hand
	It' s like trying to drown the rain
	His hands, would never hit me sober
	His hands, would never mark my face
	They would rather be blind
	Then to treat me that way
	They would rather be deaf
	Than to hear that sound like a pistol cracking
	As the spirit breaks
	And love comes tumblin' down
	Tumblin' down, tumblin' down

	zuò cí : Ian
	His hands were made of lightning
	His fingers were the wind
	They reached into my heart
	And let me love again
	His touch was made for pleasure
	So good it seemed a sin
	Stroking my soul, keeping me whole
	Till I gave myself to him
	His hands, they never hit me sober
	His hands, they never marked my face
	I would rather be blind
	Than see him treat me that way
	I would rather be deaf
	Than hear that sound like a pistol cracking
	As the spirit breaks
	And loves comes tumbling down
	He learned it from his father
	And from his father' s wife
	He learned from the preacher
	Who told her they were married for life
	And if I' d had his children
	They might have learned from me
	I finally ran when I saw that his hands
	Would sign that legacy
	He said, " I' ve broken stallions
	I' ve broken mares too
	Given time, and the right frame of mind
	I swear, I' ll break you"
	So, come on you pretty women
	Who think that you' re too smart
	And learn from one who loved a damaged heart
	There are some things you can gamble
	There are some things you can change
	But you can' t change a man with the law in his hand
	It' s like trying to drown the rain
	His hands, would never hit me sober
	His hands, would never mark my face
	They would rather be blind
	Then to treat me that way
	They would rather be deaf
	Than to hear that sound like a pistol cracking
	As the spirit breaks
	And love comes tumblin' down
	Tumblin' down, tumblin' down

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