Your Hands into Mine 歌词

Your Hands into Mine
演唱：Tamas Wells
The bride could hardly raise her voice
I heard ceiling fans and noise
I tried to talk about the ways
I measured out the grace
But your hands into mine
Your hands into mine
A size larger than the last
Arrived When I broken the glass
I would seldom take the stairs
In time for me to be aware
Of your hands into mine
Your hands into mine
Your hands into mine
Your hands into mine
Your hands into mine
Your hands into mine