hey mr love i ve been singing and still there s a hole in my heart only a man can fill but he s had a blistered love and we re sharing a bed and he s not in a state to be readily left in my hands in my hands in my hands in my hands my hands hey love live it up cause i m getting closer and i want love give it up this poetry and prose and words are not enough cause you re more than melody to me i think so morning come and i m nervously clad in these sheets not my own and these hands where they don t belong and i m all but a victim in my prison head i should run for my gun but i m lying instead in your hands in your hands in your hands in your hands and you say hey love live it up cause i m getting closer and i want love give it up this poetry and prose and words are not enough cause you re more than melody to me i think and holding out our hands before us all the world will love and whore us my heart oh lord is in your hands in my hands in your hands in my hands in your hands in my hands in your hands in my hands in my hands in my oh yeah hey mr love i m too tired to sing but he is more than melody to me