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 Oh, the warmth of parents' hands The warmth of parents' hands Is what I've been missing Oh, the warmth of parents' gaze Is what kept me going The hearth of parents' house Is what I've been yearning for Oh, the warmth of parents' hands