if she could make well this time
never mind the calling of an omen that is rollin'
a day would be ours to find
if she could make well this time
there's something i could say

i wish i had hands
i wish i had hands to heal this life
and i wish i had strings
i wish i had strings to tie high
this comatose soul

if i could reach through these eyes
and hold the very part of her that the world has broken
a way would be ours to find
if i could reach through these eyes
there's something i could say

i wish i had hands
i wish i had hands to heal this life
and i wish i had strings
i wish i had strings to tie high
this comatose soul