Hands of Love
When the white flag sails, covered in streaks of bloodThere'll be an endless sea, of us rising upAnd the preacher man, and the preacher's sonWill stand arm in arm, just like everyone
Me longing to be free, I won't let you fade awayWe shed so many dreams, I'll let them fade away
In the hands of love, we carry onStronger than we startedBe ashamed of the trail behind usWicked is the blindedWho we are comes to life, yeahWho we are comes to life
When the water spills, the glass will breakIt drips like tears, running up your faceAnd the hounds will cry, for the dance of warBut the sons of joy, their victory will soar
Me longing to be free, I won't let you fade awayWe shed so many dreams, I'll let them fade away
In the hands of love, we carry onStronger than we startedBe ashamed of the trail behind usWicked is the blindedWho we are comes to life, yeahWho we are comes to life
Me longing to be free, I won't let you fade away
In the hands of love, we carry onStronger that we startedBe ashamed of the trail behind usWicked is the blindedWho we are comes to life, yeahWho we are comes to life
We come aliveWe come aliveWe come aliveWe come aliveWe come to life