My king You place my hand My hand on the radar You and your thieves You sing Persuade my youth My hand on the radar You and your grief My cheif Sang songs so sweet My hand on the radar Read lines between You bleed Your true beliefs My hand on the radar I need relief You and your grief Sang songs so sweet Sing this one for me Me and my grief I need relief The storm will change us Of sun something new My hands untied My king Palm cup leaking No hand on your radar Settled and blind You sing Of old and worn No hand on your radar You and your grease My cheif With tired eyes My hand on the radar Too young to reach You bleed Your old beliefs Step away from the radar You need relief You and your grief Sang songs so sweet Sing this one for me Me and my grief I need relief The storm will change us Of sun something new My hands untied Of change storm awaits My hands will grease Of change Storm awaits My hands Will grease Of change Storm awaits My hands Will grease