Текст песни Inkwell — Hands Like Mine

always like this
the gray shape-shifter above me rains down.
i try to make my way through the silence in
which i drown but my hands don't seem to cover my head,
hands like mine shelter me from the rain,
hands like mine keep me warm,
cover pain, show me love, show me love, show me love,
see through those blood-red eyes for awhile,
you will see i am not the enemy,
this is not a sickness, what are you afraid of?
...me?...this love.