On a crowded street or from a passing car
I can see the world from where I am
People stand in line so they can buy their things
They buy a vegetable or a can
I taste the water and the water tastes hot
I taste the water and the water tastes hot
Hands of love, they keep on slipping
Hands of love, they keep on gripping
My home it might as well just be a cave
And the ones next door don't talk to me
And when I'm lying in bed at night
I hear the sounds of the
Sirens and the dogs and
The people screaming
I taste the water and the water tastes hot
I taste the water and the water tastes hot
Hands of love, they keep on slipping
Hands of love, they keep on gripping
Hands of love, they keep on slipping
I taste the water and the water tastes hot
I taste the water and the water tastes hot
Whistle down the...
(Hands of love)
Whistle down the road
(they keep on slipping)
Whistle down the...
(Hands of love)
Whistle down the road
(They keep on gripping)
Whistle down the...
(Hands of love)
Whistle down the road
(They keep on slipping)
Hands of love
Hands of love
Hands of love
Hands of love
Hands of love
Hands of love
Hands of love
Hands of love
Hands of love
Hands of love