My Hands - Thomas Fiss I was a fool enough to know you When you fell me on the fourth of July And the skies lit up around you When you told me that you wanted to fly And I'll hold on And I'll hold on And I'll hold on My hands are made for you yeah And we sat along the short line And the water danced in your eyes All the colors that surround you here I saw you reaching out for your life And I'll hold on And I'll hold on And I'll hold on My hands are made for you yeah My hands are made for you yeah My hands are made for you yeah My hands are made for you yeah My hands are made for you yeah Take my hands, you know they're yours alone We were meant to fight Will you let us go Look up at the sky When you feel alone All we ever wanted Was stars and gold Yeah My hands are made for you yeah My hands are made for you yeah My hands are made for you yeah My hands are made for you yeah