Hands - Greyson Chance

This ain't no high school love

You can tell me what you want

I'm up the stairs in the back

And I leave the door unlocked

Mmm you think it's head over heels

But you're not breaking bones

Then what's the point of chasin' pavements

If you end up at home

This ain't no high school love

Why don't you tell me what you want

I wonder if you'll ever understand

What it's like to be loved by these hands

I wonder if you'll ever let me know

What it's like to be warm in the cold

Take a chance on the holy grail

Make me wonder if you'd ever waste it

I wonder if you'll ever understand

What it's like to be loved by these hands

This ain't no water in a trough

Why don't you drink me up and

Cut off the thorns of you stems

We can sweat in the Oklahoma summer mmm

Mmm you think it's head over heels

But you're not breaking bones

Then what's the point of chasin' pavements

Hey

I wonder if you'll ever understand oh

What it's like to be loved by these hands

By these hands by these hands

I wonder if you'll ever let me know oh

What it's like to be warm in the cold

Warm in the cold

Take a chance on the holy grail

Make me wonder if you'd ever waste it oh

I wonder if you'll ever understand

What it's like to be loved by these hands

These hands these hands

This ain't no high school love

You can tell me what you want

Turn off the telly in the room

I'll keep my focus on you

To change your point of view

I wonder if you'll ever understand

What it's like to be loved by a man

I wonder if you'll ever let me know oh

What it's like to be warm in the cold

Warm in the cold

Take a chance on the holy grail

Make me wonder if you'd ever waste it oh

I wonder if you'll ever understand

What it's like to be loved by these hands

These hands these hands