Invisible Hands — текст песни (Kim Carnes)

(Martin Page/Brian Fairweather)

I have your photograph
I have it hanging on my wall
You neither cry or laugh
Finding it hard to forget it all

Oh I`m reachin` out my invisible hands
To touch you
Oh I`m reachin` out my invisible hands
To feel you

You make the evening news
You never had an alibi
Your evidence my be the truth
But they believed my lies

Oh I`m reachin` out my invisible hands
To touch you
Oh I`m reachin` out my invisible hands
To feel you

Is it a lie
When you`re asking me why
Hold out my had
When you don`t understand
Is it a lie
When you`re asking me why
Who fires the gun..gun..gun..gun

Oh I`m reachin` out my invisible hands
To touch you
Oh I`m reachin` out my invisible hands
To feel you

Is it a lie
When you`re asking me why
Hold out my had
When you don`t understand
Is it a lie
When you`re asking me why
Who fires the gun..gun..gun..gun

Oh I`m reachin` out my invisible hands
To touch you
Oh I`m reachin` out my invisible hands
To feel you