Hold me up in the palm of your handnLying to you is a river of sinnYour metaphores, your silent callsnYour feelings are too realnLet them spew, a fall from gracenWould do us good todaynnIll lift you up, we can love or crynHey, Im in love, Ill take you up againnOh, oh...nnAll that to you in a church by the seanWere late, but not in the same waynWere older todaynnIll lift you up, we can love or crynHey, Im in love, Ill take you up againnYour eyes have too many colours and I can only trynYour energy could be runnin low, nownThe juice is drynOh, oh...nnImages we cannot leave behindnLike two riversides we roll backnYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!nnLift me upnIn the palm of your handnLying to you is a river of sin, oh...nYour metaphores, your silent callsnYour feelings are too real, oh...nLet them spew, a fall from gracenWith your love you had today, oh, oh hey...