Your Hands into Mine (Live)

Your Hands into Mine (Live) - Tamas Wells

Written by：Tamas Wells

The bride could hardly raise her voice

I heard ceiling fans and noise

I tried to talk about the ways

That I measured out the grace

But your hands into mine

Your hands into mine

A size larger than the last

Arrived when I broken the glass

I would seldom take the stairs

In time for me to be aware

Of your hands into mine

Your hands into mine

Your hands into mine

Your hands into mine

Your hands into mine

Your hands into mine