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THE HANDS KEEP MOVING lyrics
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Verse 1
Leather worn smooth where his wrist used to live Silver face catching light before he walked out the door He’d wind it every night like a prayer he could control Hands that never lied, always moving forward
Pre-chorus
Now the ticking sits on the nightstand Next to orange bottles lined up in a row I set the alarm for 8 a.m. sharp To remind him what the hands already know
Chorus
The hands keep moving The hands keep moving I check the time so he don’t have to The hands keep moving
Verse 2
Doctor’s office, same watch on my left wrist now The strap feels heavier than it ever did on him They explain the new schedule like it’s simple math I nod like I understand how time can turn
Pre-chorus
He used to tell me “be on time, son” Now I’m the one making sure he eats at noon The leather still warm from where it used to rest But the weight has shifted, quiet as a tomb
Chorus
The hands keep moving The hands keep moving I drive him to appointments he used to drive me to The hands keep moving
Bridge
He saw it on my wrist yesterday Didn’t say a word, just looked A small nod, eyes soft like they used to be When I was the one who needed watching
Verse 3
I wind it now before bed like he showed me The ritual feels like inheritance I didn’t ask for Pill bottles and calendars where his tools used to be The son becomes the keeper, the watch becomes the vow
Pre-chorus
No speeches, no tears, just the quiet exchange He taught me time was something you respected Now I respect it enough to hold it for both of us The hands keep moving even when we don’t
Chorus
The hands keep moving The hands keep moving I make the calls, I set the alarms, I carry what he carried The hands keep moving
Outro
The hands keep moving… The hands keep moving…
Inside the recording
Leather worn smooth where his wrist used to live Silver face catching light before he walked out the door
Now the ticking sits on the nightstand Next to orange bottles lined up in a row
The hands keep moving… The hands keep moving…
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