Mothers - Hold Your Own Hand Lyrics

hold your own hand

betrayed with every movement cold fingers not forgotten
the things we touched with them loved
i burned up all my songs and left them out
for the dogs
i think i could learn to love
almost close enough to taste her bite almost close enough but not quite
keep those little hands right there in your pockets keep those little hands
i can't say that i want them
i can't say i believe them