Hands are for holding

i get that burn in the back of my eyes
warning me before i cry
every time you sing with me when we are alone
i inhale as you breathe out
speaking into eachothers mouths
wont you teach me how to catch that feeling on a microphone

and if a god does exist
though really i sincerly doubt it
then i guess i must hand it to him
cause you are just so nearly perfect
how could i believe a single hand
created both the good and the bad
when nothing works in unison
short of one incredible exception

your hand in my hand

could you help me understand how the color of the sky
looks to washed out next to your eyes
and how your lips aggressivly attached to mine
feel like a breathing tube keeping me alive
oh you better have a damn good explaination
for why the corners of my mouth crook at the ends
to help me understand this feeling in my stomach
could this be what it feels like to be wanted

and if anyone trys to stand in my way
or if anyone trys to keep you from me
then they will soon regret interfering
cause ill be damned if theyre left standing
oh, if anyone trys to stand in my way
or if anyone trys to keep you from me
ill hold nothing back to hold onto this feeling
because for you i would do anything