The Warmth of Parents' Hands

Falling asleep. Falling along

Driving me sane, driving me home

Crawling through the wind. I've been crawling through worse

Live was morning to morning to moaning, revoltingly same

The chase for the state or reaction not everyone claims

The warmth of parents' hands

Is what I've been missing

The warmth of parents' gaze

Is what kept me going

The hearth of parents' house

Is what I've been yearning for

The warmth of parents' hands

I wish I knew how screamingly loud can silence be roaring

If only I knew how frightening is staying alone

A deeper search for state or reaction not everyone knows

There's never good time. They'll always be lost

The warmth of parents' hands

Is what I've been missing

The warmth of parents' gaze

Is what kept me going

The hearth of parents' house

Is what I've been yearning for

The warmth of parents' hands

The warmth of parents' hands

Is what I've been missing

The warmth of parents' gaze

Is what kept me going

The hearth of parents' house

Is what I've been yearning for

The warmth of parents' hands