Too Many Hands

Too many hands carving up the sky

And leaving their mark in the sand

Like history moves

No matter where we stand

Too many hands

There's dust in my eyes

Poison in my brain

An ocean that runs through my veins

But here in my chest

There's a feeling I don't understand

Too many hands

Here on the highest cloud

You can see how far we've gone

Once voice cries

Echo's on and on

And far away gone

I'll be hiding from the plan

Too many hands

Traces of history

Appear to cross the sky

Lay down now

Let your spirit fly

And too many hands

Fade away with time

They're losing themselves in the past

Well I offer my voice

Hear me if you can

Too many hands

Too many hands