The Warmth of Parents' Hands

Falling asleep, falling along
Driving me sane, driving me home
Crawling through the wind
I've been crawling through worse
Live was morning to morning, to moaning, revoltingly same
The chase for the state or reaction, not everyone claims

The warmth of parents' hands
Is what I've been missing
The warmth of parents' gaze
Is what kept me going
The hearth of parents' house
Is what I've been yearning for
The warmth of parents' hands

I wish I knew how screamingly loud can silence be roaring
If only I knew how frightening is staying alone
A deeper search for state or reaction, not everyone knows
There's never good time
They'll always be lost

The warmth of parents' hands
Is what I've been missing
The warmth of parents' gaze
Is what kept me going
The hearth of parents' house
Is what I've been yearning for
Oh, the warmth of parents' hands

The warmth of parents' hands
Is what I've been missing
Oh, the warmth of parents' gaze
Is what kept me going
The hearth of parents' house
Is what I've been yearning for
Oh, the warmth of parents' hands