It’s in the hands:
your hands, my hands.
You’re left, I’m right,
the light is white.
I know you know,
it’s how we flow.
It’s in the hands:
the hands of time.
That clock … tick tock,
my key, your lock.
Your eyes, my eyes,
sweetest surprise.
It’s in the hands:
in the firsthand.
You bring me home,
in peace, shalom.
We go way back,
it’s hard to track.
It’s in the hands:
of what’s at hand.
You’re scared, I see,
relax, it’s me.
Open your heart,
this is the start.
It’s in the hands:
the hand we’re dealt.
And, I’m scared, too.
But, it’s just you.
If we both fall,
we’ll have it all.
It’s in the hands:
so take my hand.
I’ll take yours, too,
waited for you.
Was meant to be,
someday, we’ll see.