Vs. 1:
My Hands have felt death, My hands have felt life,
My hands have held the hand of another,
My hand is like a fire, warm, welcoming,
and feeds desire.
My hand remembers times long gone by,
times I’ll hopefully remember before I die.
Chorus:
Touching things can only be as real as you believe,
They can only last for as long as you want them to.
Hoping that things will be the same,
when you see or feel them again.
Take a picture in your mind,
remember what you saw and felt that day,
Then fly away, oh fly away, before your sunny skies turn to gray.
Vs. 2:
I remember when you held my hand, and never let it go,
Then the time came when you gained fame,
and I knew my world would never be the same.
I only remember the way your hand felt in mine,
as we waited in the airport line,
Before you got on the plane to L.A.
Chorus:
Touching things can only be as real as you believe,
They can only last for as long as you want them to.
Hoping that things will be the same,
when you see or feel them again.
Take a picture in your mind,
remember what you saw and felt that day,
Then fly away, oh fly away, before your sunny skies turn to gray.
Vs. 3:
I remember holding your packed bag,
Heavy in my heart.
As you locked your house forever,
Then you gave me the key, and ran towards
car that would drive you so far away,
I never thought you’d go away so suddenly.
Chorus:
Touching things can only be as real as you believe,
They can only last for as long as you want them to.
Hoping that things will be the same,
when you see or feel them again.
Take a picture in your mind,
remember what you saw and felt that day,
Then fly away, oh fly away, before your sunny skies turn to gray.
Vs. 4:
Before you left on that day I placed my hand on the knob still warm from your grasp, and held it there trying to remember what it felt like when I’d open the door, and I’d see you sitting there.
At that time I was so unaware that’d you’d be a star,
With dreams that were too big for our little town.
Now you’re gone,
And I’m alone.
Chorus:
Touching things can only be as real as you believe,
They can only last for as long as you want them to.
Hoping that things will be the same,
when you see or feel them again.
Take a picture in your mind,
remember what you saw and felt that day,
Then fly away, oh fly away, before your sunny skies turn to gray.
Vs. 5:
My hand has felt sadness,
my hand has felt joy,
But my hand doesn’t remember what yours felt like in mine,
As we walked through Wyckoff Wildlife Center in the fall of 2004, making maple sugar together in the same place,
It remembers how sticky it felt, it doesn’t remember you. (No, no, no, no, no no.)
It doesn’t remember how it felt when we threw snowballs at each other in the Winter of 2004.
Chorus:
Touching things can only be as real as you believe,
They can only last for as long as you want them to.
Hoping that things will be the same,
when you see or feel them again.
Take a picture in your mind,
remember what you saw and felt that day,
Then fly away, oh fly away, before your sunny skies turn to gray.
Vs. 6:
If we had the chance to hold each other’s hands again,
It wouldn’t remember anything at all.
I don’t know if your hand would remember mine,
But the way it felt when we held hands has probably faded away (it’s faded now, oh it’s so faded now our memories together)
I’m sorry, for hoping that things would be the same,
When we saw each other again. (It’s not the same, It’s not the same, oh no, it’s not the same anymore at all.)
Final Chorus: Touching things can only be as real as you believe,
They can only last for as long as you want them to.
Hoping that things will be the same,
when you see or feel them again.
[fading out] Take a picture in your mind,
remember what you saw and felt that day,
Then fly away, oh fly away, before your sunny skies turn to gray.
