Mmm
Mmm

Hey Mr. Love
I've been singing and still
There's a hole in my heart only a man can fill

But he's had a blistered love and we're sharing a bed
But he's not in a state to be readily left in my hands
In my hands
In my hands
In my hands

Hey love
Live it up 'cause I'm getting closer and I want love
Give it up
These poetry and prose and words are not enough
'Cause you're more than melody to me
I think

So morning comes and I'm nervously clad in these sheets
Not my own and these hands where they don't belong
And I'm all but a victim in my prison head
I should run for my gun but I'm lying instead in your hands
In your hands
In your hands
In your hands
And you say

Hey love
Live it up 'cause I'm getting closer and I want love
Give it up
These poetry and prose and words are not enough
'Cause you're more than melody to me
I think

And holding out our hands before us
All the world will love and whore us
My heart
Oh
Lord is in your hands

In your hands
In my hands
In your hands
In my hands
In my hands
In my hands
In my hands
In my hands
In my
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Yeah

Hey Mr. Love I'm too tired to sing but he is more than melody to me