The Holding Hand (Acoustic)

[Verse 1]
There is no shape, there is no form but a smoky rolling mass
So it billows like the sea, surges overcome to pass
Some power exceeds muscle even the weightless can outweigh
Put one over in the hustle, teacher become protégé

[Chorus]
And we row, on we go, through these murky water bodies
Little known, little shown, just a distant call of sound

[Verse 2]
See the couplets in the sun in an alabaster hue
Slouched across these spangled acres, rich outlandish revenue
See it come and see it go, as you find it, then it's lost
Far beyond the holding hand in a pipe dream double-crossed

[Chorus]
And we row, on we go, through these murky water bodies
Little known, little shown, just a distant call of sound

[Outro]
O limp-wristed god, limp-wristed god
Don't you know I'm not at a fault in your weakened arms?
Sent off at a breathless pace
Softly come the fall from grace
O limp-wristed god, limp-wristed god
Don't you know I'm not at a fault in your weakened arms?
Knocking on your windows is a cavalcade
Pleading for relief, a call to aid