Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
With the sky caving in and the world falling out
Hope seems a stranger, shackled in doubt
I feel I'm entitled, in no way obliged
To save you from drowning
In the sea in my eyes
That's my life in your hands
So that's no way to talk
That's my life in your hands
Built on solid rock, not grains of sand
Step into the light with your violins
I'll keep reaching out, 'till one of us wins
We're almost in danger, admit it, it's plain
Of sleeping in sorrow, waking in pain
That's my life in your hands
So that's no way to talk
That's my life in your hands
Built on solid rock, not grains of sand
When all hope has gone and you've no sense of loss
Flooding your heart, no way across
I fell I'm entitled, in no way obliged
To save you from drowning
In the sea in my eyes
That's my life in your hands
So that's no way to talk
That's my life in your hands
Built on solid rock, not grains of sand
That’s My Life in Your Hands (Live) was written by Hugh Nicholson & Steve Harley.
That’s My Life in Your Hands (Live) was produced by Steve Harley.