They’re Chasing My Hands
James Yuill
There is a man I used to know
Rarely do I see him
Rarely does he comfort me now
Whenever I was down he would watch over me, over me
The love he gave me is all I need
The love he gave me is all I need
There was a boy I used to know
Who cried for the weekend or for Valentines
Whenever he was down I would watch over him, over him
The tears he gave me was all I want
The tears he gave me was all I want
They’re chasing my hands
They’re chasing my feet
They’re chasing my hands
They’re chasing my hands
There is a girl I used to see
Mainly on the weekends or when I was free
If ever I would take time she would look down on me, down on me
The space she gave me was all I need
The space she gave me was all I need
They’re chasing my hands
They’re chasing my feet
They’re chasing my hands
They’re chasing my hands