Under These Hands

Under these hands Hide strings of light I pull them to me To make me feel all right A bit of your hair To coax [?] the light A slip of the tongue To set things upright Under these hands, under these hands I hold my heart Under these hands, under these hands I [?] Cast off the clothes I wore to death They strange my thoughts They steal my breath Enough of this place It's long dead too I wanna deface Everything in you Under these hands, under these hands I hold my heart Under these hands, under these hands I [?] In you In you Under these hands, under these hands I hold my heart Under these hands, under these hands I [?] Under these hands, under these hands I hold my heart Under these hands, under these hands I [?]