Chords for flatsound | hands

[G] I always liked how your hands looked, _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ and not just in comparison to mine.
_ _ _ They were an artist's hands, calloused from building walls, _ skin covered in clay that
cracked as it dried, you see.
I have two thoughts before touching someone's hands.
_ _ Are they soft?
_ _ I hope not. _
Not too soft, cause four years ago I fell into a hole, so as soon as they touch I wonder
if they're strong enough to help pull me to the top, and are they cold? _ _
God, I hope so.
Because mine are so cold that anytime someone touches them they ask me if something's wrong.
I know that most people have walls, but I just don't think mine are the same.
You are hiding away, I am trying to escape.
I am inside of a cave, trying to retain the memory of the last time that I saw the light
of the day and I told you that where I am felt permanent.
_ And you told me to give it time because nothing is, but the minute our hands touched [Ab] I felt
something click, cause they were strong, with the force [Eb] to dig your nails into the
earth and make the world suddenly [Cm] stop and they were cold, like the metal gears and glass
casing constructing a clock and I know that I'm not moving fast enough.
I know that so much time has already passed us up and I know that it must be frustrating
to stand in front of someone who keeps promising you that they'll [C] get better without the evidence
[Ab] to back it up, but you have to trust [Cm] me.
The past is ugly, but I'll make it to the other side as long as I know that when I [Ab] get
there I'll have [Cm] somebody.
Somebody please, I know that I can do this.
I just need another half a month, I can pull through this.
_ _ I [Ab] just need our hands to touch.
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_ _ You said that you [C] would always look for me in the crowd, _ _ [Cm] _ with the same eagerness that
a child sifts through the lost and found, [Eb] _ _
searching for anything that felt missing,
never considering what would happen the moment you stopped, as if the moment you're not looking
for an object is the moment it stops being lost.
I get it, you were cold, but I wanted to be more than just a coat, [Cm] clinging onto a body
that I was [Eb] never constructed to hold, or a [Bb] mirror to look into when [Fm] your reflection [Eb] stopped
looking like a person that you know.
I know that you know the feeling [Bb] of new clothes, but do you know what it's like to sit at the
bottom of a box every night, [Eb] replaying the fantasy of cold hands reaching inside to [Ab] take you home?
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You said you felt _ lost when you were found out. _ _
_ _ The death of our [Ebm] hands on your _ _ _ [Gm] couch _ [Eb] was _ _ _ the birth of [Bb] discovery, _ _ _ _ _ [Eb]
that someone _ else's hands
could _ _ feel cold. _ _
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_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ In that sudden rush, _ _ _ I [F] thought of all the [Bb] hands _ that could help [Fm] me [Cm] build a home, _
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none [Bb] of them looked [Cm] like _ [Bb] yours.
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_ _ _ _ _ and none of them looked like yours. _