Your Hands Into Mine
 作词 : Tamas Wells
 作曲 : Tamas Wells
The bride could hardly raise her voice
I heard ceiling fans and noise
I tried to talk about the ways
I measured out the grace
But your hands into mine

Your hands into mine

A size larger than the last
Arrived When I broken the glass
I would seldom take the stairs
In time for me to be aware
Of your hands into mine

Your hands into mine

Your hands into mine

Your hands into mine

Your hands into mine

Your hands into mine