Wax in Your Hands

You moved, I didn't mean. I t- I'd make

and try com- cleaning. You don't instruct, you don't de-

mand. But I dissolve on your com- hand. No grip,

no chains, no plan. You shape me like no one ca-a-an.

I'm wax in your ha-a-nds. I melt where I sta-a-and. No fight,

no flight. Just fire and light. I'm wax in your ha-a-nds.

Too soft to withsta-a-and. You burn, I stay

and fade awa-a-ay. You draw a line and I erase.