- cifra
You see by the lines on my hands
I've been carrying a heavy load
You follow them across my palms
Where they run like roads
Won't you come and read the future, turn it on
Won't you tell me how
I will not feel so lonely?
And read the patterns on my skin
Let the fire somehow get in
See my heart-line is intact
So this is what I lacked
Won't you come
and read the future, turn it on
Won't you tell me how
I will not feel so lonely?
Under the weight of this balmy night
Tell me something so divine
If there's future in these lines
Bring into the light
Won't you come
and read the future, turn it on
Won't you tell me how
I will not feel so lonely?
