Guilty Hands // The Senate
And when she dreams, she really wants to float on the sea.
But he has tied a rock to her feet. She’s screaming in her sleep…
She says, I don’t want to feel the way I do now. For the shame, no one will know.. what his guilty hands have done.
There are the times I dream about floating. Feathered and fearless, alone in my flight.
Sometimes my waking finds you beside me. I close my eyes and fly on through the night.
Down by the water, you go and meet me. We’ll sing every song that we both know by heart.
I would not trade one minute of growing closer to you like a wing to the wind.
Time, like a storm, may scatter us over and send us like sparks to the sky.
But down on the water, stars are like fire, lighting the distance that burns in our eyes.
These are the days that we’ll most remember. The nights that we talked of plans to be made. And we both know we could go on forever, but there’ll be more days and songs to be played.
Here is the place that we met in the summer when I was only a song in your ear.
Now by the still water, we’ll sing about islands. Songs about how gypsy love found us here.
