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 Hey love, live it up Cuz I'm getting closer And I want love, give it up This poetry and prose and words are not enough Cuz 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 Cuz I'm getting closer And I want love, give it up This poetry and prose and words are not enough Cuz 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... Ooohhhh, yeah Hey Mr. Love, I'm too tired to sing but he is more than melody to me