Out Of My Hand (Album Version)

Out Of My Hand (Album Version) - Michael Penn

I feel like I'm coming down with it

All of the symptoms fit and I backslide

An eye on the clock

I don't talk much

When I'm running

On the inside

When every conclusion reached is out to you

I put on my best face and my kid gloves too

Held up the end until it's out of my hands

Out of my hands

And if you tuned in to see blood

It's not a subject that I surpass in

My mission's been scrubbed

My brains were washed

Because I never was your assassin

It's like a desert sand will have to do

Between my fingers

Saw it running through

Until it turned into this and out of my hands

Out of my hands

Out of my hands

So come up and check

There's nothing up my sleeve

All the while it's getting harder for you to believe

Out of my hands

Out of my hands

Out of my hands