Hey Mr. Love I've been singing and still

There's a hole in my heart only a man can fill

But he's had a blistered love and we're sharing a bed

And he's not in a state to be readily left in my hands

In my hands, in my hands, in my hands

Hey love, live it up

Cuz I'm getting closer

And I want love, give it up

This poetry and prose and words are not enough

Cuz you're more than melody to me...I think

So morning come and I'm nervously clad

In these sheets not my own and these hands where they don't belong

And I'm all but a victim in my prison head

I should run for my gun but I'm lying instead in your hands

In your hands, in your hands, in your hands

And you say hey love, live it up

Cuz I'm getting closer

And I want love, give it up

This poetry and prose and words are not enough

Cuz you're more than melody to me...I think

And holding out our hands before us

All the world will love and whore us

My heart, oh Lord, is in your hands

In my hands, in your hands

In my hands in your hands

In my hands, in your hands

In my hands, in my hands, in my...

Ooohhhh, yeah

Hey Mr. Love, I'm too tired to sing but he is more than melody to me