Quick Hands

Quick hands, light wood
Seems I'm working late again
I can't hold her
Caught up my life
Trying to make things better
So I can hold her

Baby when we touch, I get a little lighter
Could it be this wine
Or she on my mind
Darling when your home, I get a little brighter
We sit talking for hours about nothing that matters
Nothing that matters

Moments of our lives
Stay with me while I'm gone
And my bed's colder
So late nights I call home
Things can't get much better
Then my hands hold hers

Baby when we touch, I get a little lighter
Could it be this wine
Or she on my mind
Darling when your home, I get a little brighter
We sit talking for hours about nothing that matters

Baby when we touch, I get a little lighter
Could it be this wine
Or she on my mind
Darling when your home, I get a little brighter
We sit talking for hours about nothing that matters