歌词
It is cruel, the tricks we play
Only I could find my way
Do what you want to, say what you want to say
Your unruly eyes, ruling as they speak
When there's trial, so quiet
When there's trials, watch for idle hands
Hands, hands, hands
We need the tender care of useful things to prepare
So bend the light to share
When there's trial, so quiet
When there's trial, watch for idle hands
Hands, hands, hands
