a pair of hands
preparing our little big fate
destined to touch, manipulate
a pair of hands
protecting our big selfish hate
destined to touch, annihilate
still building castles in the sand
are you landing a hand?
a pair of men
behind a harpoon gun
now blood is glittering in the sun
and there are no, no hands to hold
a pair of men
a pair of hands
a pair of lies
a pair of cries
still building castles in the sand
are you lending a hand?
and the friends of you
will become afraid of you
...take my hand