Crooked Fingers - Boy With Hands Lyrics

A boy with one hundred hands

Came groping through the dark

And stumbled upon the light you gave off

And fell gently into your arms

One hand it held the earth

Another stirred the sea

One handed you a key and said:

We've come to set you free

'Cause you're better than the world you live in

The gossips and the clowns

Deep in your darkest dungeon singing

So no one can hear a sound

So no hand can come to pick you up

And no hand can pull you down



I drew a picture book

With pictures green and blue

And sent them off to a museum

All this I did for you

But one hand had used your heart

Held beating in the light

With a heart like that one hundred hands

Could never paint quite right

'Cause you're better than the world you live in

And nobody told you so

Trapped in your ghetto gardening

With no helping hand to grow

Just one hand to hold you in my heart

And one hand to let you go