"Slip Through My Hands"
© DANOLYRICS 2002
Cloudy prarie skies,
Under a fingernail moon,
These diminishing winds,
Will be a distant mem`ry soon,
But the unforgiving chill,
Associated with these lands,
Seems pale compared to the feeling,
Of her slipping through my hands.
It could be 35 below,
And I still wouldn`t know,
Cause losing her has,
Made me understand,
There`s nothing Mother Nature,
Can do to hurt me greater,
Than what I did to make her,
Slip through my hands.
Bloodshot tear soaked eyes,
On my hollow weathered face,
I hope the measured darkness,
Comes with a certain saving grace,
But every lonely night brings,
It`s own haunting reprimands,
By constantly reminding me,
Of her slipping through my hands.
It could be 35 below,
And I still wouldn`t know,
Cause losing her has,
Made me understand,
There`s nothing Mother Nature,
Can do to hurt me greater,
Than what I did to make her,
Slip through my hands.
I gave into lust, betrayed her deepest trust,
When she left she told me I`d burn in hell...,
Well, I`ve already started, can`t you tell.
It could be 35 below,
And I still wouldn`t know,
Cause losing her has,
Made me understand,
There`s nothing Mother Nature,
Can do to hurt me greater,
Than what I did to make her.......,
Slip through my hands.
