Thieving Irons - Gentle Hands lyrics

Don't know what's left, but I know what's right Can't keep the riddle settled down tonight Put your best suit on, holes in the shoes Bright eyed and blood-shoot, no heat in the living room Emblazoned with fortitude, cracking knuckles on the bench Pick up the empty bottle, put the bed to rest Singing praises, hail on the tin Bleed it all out, bleed-it-all-out No stranger to this sound, next minute coming in Gentle hands we can feel We can feel Unity gains with the caving in We give it all up just to get in Wake me up, wake me up Ambient dreams, got me drinking all my hope Singing praises, hail on the tin Bleed it all out, bleed-it-all-out No stranger to this sound, next minute coming in Gentle hands we can feel We can feel Bells and missiles with one knee on the ground Arms reach out, arms reaching out Bells and missiles with one knee on the ground Arms reach out, arms reaching out Small world wonders, “why the big city thunder?” Which way to the road home is where to stumble With arms reaching out With arms reaching out