Martha Wainwright
Your Hand in Mine
Danger not too far from here
So when you take, take your steps with conviction
I wasn't blessed with a lack of affliction
Don't bring your cautions to my door
You're like a damsel in chains on the track
Praying for a train going nowhere fast
She holds the door as thunderstorms
Shook right through my spine
And blood runs from my tongue again
She cuts me every time
We're frozen as we stand here
I'm gonna give him false validiction
Write my life not as fact, but as fiction
It's no small feat to say that
I read each book from its end to beginning
And when I'm good, I'm only good at sinning
A fever in my fingertips
Shook right through my spine
And blood runs from my tongue again
She cuts me every time
So scream it out at the top of your lungs now
Is it such a thing that feels so divine
Ah there's no one, not even the devil can stop me
And that's the feeling I get with your hand in mine
A fever in my fingertips
Shook right through my spine
And blood runs from my tongue again
She cuts me every time
So scream it out at the top of your lungs now
Well it's such a thing that feels so divine
Oh and there's no one, not even the devil can stop me
And that's the feeling I get with your hand in mine