Invisible Hands lyrics
(Martin Page/Brian Fairweather)
I have your photograph I have it hanging on my wall You neither cry or laugh Finding it hard to forget it all Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands To touch you Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands To feel you You make the evening news You never had an alibi Your evidence my be the truth But they believed my lies Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands To touch you Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands To feel you Is it a lie When you're asking me why Hold out my had When you don't understand Is it a lie When you're asking me why Who fires the gun..gun..gun..gun Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands To touch you Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands To feel you Is it a lie When you're asking me why Hold out my had When you don't understand Is it a lie When you're asking me why Who fires the gun..gun..gun..gun Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands To touch you Oh I'm reachin' out my invisible hands To feel you
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