The Big Hand

The big hand makes all of your favorite things Like all your dreams go small And all your friends run away Until your memories fail And the words don't fit But the way the big hand smiles You just won't care about it The big hand makes all of your favorite things Like all your days run out And all your hopes disappear And your smiles just stop And your eyes go dead And the shadows start to crawl In the back of your head But when the big hand speaks It's like fireworks and heaven So you listen Don't think And wish for nothing at all And when the big hand sings It's like fireworks and friends Leaving alone I'm not Leaving alone Leaving alone I'll never Leave alone again So when the big hand holds up all your favorite things And with a touch like glass Starts to squeeze You don't ask "Why me?" You just slip to the floor Just slip to your knees But when the big hand speaks It's like fireworks and heaven So you listen Don't think And wish for nothing at all And when the big hand sings It's like fireworks and friends Leaving alone I'm not Leaving alone Never leaving alone Leaving alone I'm not Leaving alone Leaving alone I'm not leaving alone again --- The Big Hand - The Cure