There’s something damaged in your hands
Let me see? Maybe I can help
Why do you hide it from me?
Is it embarrassing?
Is it something of mine?
Was it an accident or on purpose?
Come on, I’ll just pester you until the mailman comes
Or I have to go to work
Or the birds stop singing
Show me what is damaged in your hands

You show me what is damaged in your hands
-oh, it’s my hands
-oh, it’s my heart
So – that’s where I left them
Don’t worry,
They were damaged before you came around
Maybe together we can fix them