Lirieke: Michael Penn. Out of My Hands.

I feel like I'm coming down with it
All of the symptoms fit and I backslide
An eye on the clock, I don't talk much
When I'm running on the inside

When every conclusion reached is out to you
I put on my best face and my kid gloves too
And held up the end until it's out of my hands
Out of my hands

And if you tuned in to see blood
It's not a subject that I surpass in
My mission's been scrubbed, my brains were washed
Because I never was your assassin

It's like a desert sand will have to do
And between my fingers, saw it running through
Until it turned into this and out of my hands
Out of my hands, out of my hands

So come up and check there's nothing up my sleeve
All the while it's getting harder for you to believe

Out of my hands, out of my hands
Out of my hands