The Prime Movers
Red Hand
He saw the red hand slowly cover his face
Did you ever wake up in a chill
A cold sweat dripping from your brow
A boy of six years old lie shaking his head
He saw the red hand coming down
Confusion - it's all in my mind
Isolation - creeps up from behind
The red hand slowly covers my face
The children lying still in their place
Another sleepless night, chasing those clouds away
Their bodies lying on the ground
Will the morning ever come?
Will my fear subside?
My lips, they move
But there is no sound
Writers: Ramsey, Putman, Lichter
Universal Music/Bad Basket Music
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