Sometimes I look at my hands...
Think of things I've been through... feel so real and it's true
Wow... I feel my life with my hands
All the things born and gone...
days and nights... shades and lights...
I find things I've been trying not to face!
Good old wrinkled small hands tell me what I should realize...
Under the sky everything keeps on changing!
Under the sky everyone keeps on changing!
I feel a life he's living when I shake hands with him
Sometimes more than I should feel...
Wow! Sometimes I look at my hands...
As if I face my life, as if I take the fate...
My hands remember all of the moments...
Good old wrinkled small hands tell me what I should realize...
Under the sky everything keeps on changing!
Under the sky everyone keeps on changing!
Under the sky everything keeps on changing!