Tender

Tender hands

Tender hands

Why won't you let go

Of your

Tender heart

Tender heart

Maybe you'll grow you know

Count to three

Take a step

Count to three

Take a breath

His tender smile

He's pretty wild

But sometimes I get unsure

Why his heart feels cold

Coz tender lies

Her tender lies

Burned off his skin, his fire

I see him think of her sometimes

Still he counts to three

He takes a step

It's a love unplanned

Oh I try to breathe

It's a blind romance

But I still take his hand

His tender hands

Are in God's tender hands

Maybe if I let go

Then I'll grow