White Snake

I Dreamed of a time When little hands were holding mine And the plans, that we made, Had fallen apart and gone away And in the end you'll find Not all of us were meant to shine A fleeting glimpse A knowing look One last kiss Can you be there for me? The air was always there for me And in the end you'll find What little hands had in mind And, babe Are you there? Is it too late, Do you still care? If your loved one Sticks around While little hands hold you down And in the end you'll find Hands that hold Are hands that bind