Out Of My Hand (Album Version) - Michael Penn
I feel like I'm coming down with it
All of the symptoms fit and I backslide
An eye on the clock
I don't talk much
When I'm running
On the inside
When every conclusion reached is out to you
I put on my best face and my kid gloves too
Held up the end until it's out of my hands
Out of my hands
And if you tuned in to see blood
It's not a subject that I surpass in
My mission's been scrubbed
My brains were washed
Because I never was your assassin
It's like a desert sand will have to do
Between my fingers
Saw it running through
Until it turned into this and out of my hands
Out of my hands
Out of my hands
So come up and check
There's nothing up my sleeve
All the while it's getting harder for you to believe
Out of my hands
Out of my hands
Out of my hands
