(VAI) Remix - The Hands Come Home When The Game Is Given To Bone

Songtekst

[Intro] It starts with a little game It ends with an empty room A smile with a hook in it A match with no bloom [Verse 1] I took a little quiet From the corner of the day Moved a little weather In a private little way I said it was nothing I said it was small But small things gather And lean on the wall I did not need the thing I only liked the shift The way the room would tremble When I gave the edge a lift A joke with a wire A word with a stone A game in the hand That had to be given to bone [Pre-Chorus] Strip off the laughter Strip off the name Take it down clean To the frame of the game [Chorus] The hands come home When the game is given to bone When the trick loses cover And stands there alone No mask, no music No place left to roam The hands come home When the game is given to bone The hands come back When the little game stops When the false thing falls And the old hook drops No more stealing peace From a room not your own The hands come home When the game is given to bone [Verse 2] Some men steal money Some men steal time Some men steal quiet And swear it ain’t a crime Some men steal balance From the people nearby Then call it entertainment When the room starts to cry But every little taking Leaves a mark in the wall Every little private win Has a shadow and a cost And the hand that keeps hiding From what it has known Will not come back working Till the game is given to bone [Pre-Chorus] Take it past clever Take it past blame Take it down lower To the root of the game [Chorus] The hands come home When the game is given to bone When the trick loses cover And stands there alone No mask, no music No place left to roam The hands come home When the game is given to bone The hands come back When the little game stops When the false thing falls And the old hook drops No more stealing peace From a room not your own The hands come home When the game is given to bone [Bridge – spoken] There is a difference Between hunger and harm There is a difference Between reaching and taking There is a difference Between a hand that wants to build And a hand that only wants to move the pieces So give the game to the bone Give the trick to the truth Give the old hidden hunger Back to its root Let what is false fall away Let what is living remain And do not call it freedom If it still needs someone else’s pain [Breakdown] Small hook Thin wire Old game Cold fire No blood Still stain No wound Still pain Hands back Game gone Bone bare Move on Hands back Game gone Pick up Carry on [Verse 3] Now I can hold the hammer Now I can hold the chord Now I can fix the hinge And lay down the sword Now I can stand in the room Without stealing the air Now I can laugh out loud And leave the peace there Because the game got named And the trick got shown And the lie lost its teeth When it was given to bone There is work on the table There is song in the hand There is a man coming back From the game of the man [Final Chorus] The hands come home When the game is given to bone When the trick loses cover And stands there alone No mask, no music No place left to roam The hands come home When the game is given to bone The hands come back When the little game stops When the false thing falls And the old hook drops No more stealing peace From a room not your own The hands come home When the game is given to bone [Outro] It starts real small So stop it real small Before the little game Becomes the fall The hands come home The hands come home When the game is given Given to bone