British Lions – My Life In Your Hands

(John Fiddler/Morgan Fisher/Overend Watts)

Think of the love that I gave you

When you’re living all alone

I don’t know how to behave with you

Wish you’d bury my love like a bone

And baby we can dig it out

And baby we can dig it in

But if you leave me lying here

You’ll be guilty of a sin

Remember the days that we spent

Trying out a little tenderness

Now who’s the lucky guy

With your hands on him and his on your dress

Remember the time that we spent

Alone in our room?

Did we create a harmony

Or just an image of this fool?

‘n Mama

My life’s in your hands

My life’s in your hands

My life’s in your hands

Now here’s a big empty man

He’s alive but his head’s in his hands

And just like the sands of time

You can feel him going down

Just can’t escape his reason and rhyme

So don’t you think you won the game

His memory lives in you just the same

And I know you’re thinking o’ him

And you are guilty of the sin

‘n Mama

My life’s in your hands

My life’s in your hands

My life’s in your hands

My life’s in your hands

Babe, my life’s in your hands

Look at me, your life’s in my hands

Look at you, my life’s in your hands

Hey, yeahhh

‘n Mama

My life’s in your hands

My life’s in your hands

Hey, my life’s in your hands

Ooh, my life’s in your hands

I believe these changing days

Have burned my love in fiery flames