Hands Like Heaven - Chill Flow Radio
Your hands feel like Sunday's calm
Healing every hidden scar
Are you sacred?
Are you mine?
You blur the holy line
Hands like heaven, soft and kind
You touch the places I can't find
Faith or flesh, both align
You hold the weight of time
Every word you say redeems
Turns the night into my dreams
Holy pulse, a heartbeat sign
You blur the holy line
If grace could touch, it'd feel like this
A quiet storm, a gentle kiss
You break, you bless, you redefine
Hands like heaven, yours and mine
Hands like heaven, soft and kind
You touch the places I can't find
Faith or flesh, both align
You hold the weight of time