Crooked Fingers - Boy with (100) Hands lyrics

A boy with one hundred hands Came groping through the dark And stumbled upon the light you gave off And fell gently into your arms One hand it held the earth Another stirred the sea One handed you a key and said: We've come to set you free 'Cause you're better than the world you live in The gossips and the clowns Deep in your darkest dungeon singing So no one can hear a sound So no hand can come to pick you up And no hand can pull you down I drew a picture book With pictures green and blue And sent them off to a museum All this I did for you But one hand had used your heart Held beating in the light With a heart like that one hundred hands Could never paint quite right 'Cause you're better than the world you live in And nobody told you so Trapped in your ghetto gardening With no helping hand to grow Just one hand to hold you in my heart And one hand to let you go