ANDY PARTRIDGE lyrics - In My Hand

ANDY PARTRIDGE
"In My Hand"

It takes a week to talk a fortnight in my mind. It takes an age for me to calculate the time, and I don't consider miracles, and I won't consider facts. All this rigamarole's a time waste and the clock hands get the sack. In my hand, in my hand I thought I'd got a grasp of things but it slipped through just like sand. With my hand, with my hand I thought I'd mapped this countryside but it's still a foreign land, so I'll need a helping hand. In taking two steps forward I end up one back. In taking so much nonsense surely means I'll crack and I don't imagine changing and I'll shout I'm alright Jack, all these short cuts end in dead ends and there's just no turning back. In my hand, in my hand I thought I'd got a grasp of things but it slipped through just like sand. With my hand, with my hand I thought I'd mapped this countryside but it's still a foreign land, so I'll need a helping hand. If you take a trip to nowhere it might blow your mind. So take a friend, and in the end the answers you will find. In my hand, in my hand I thought I'd got a grasp of things but it slipped through just like sand. With my hand, with my hand I thought I'd mapped this countryside but it's still a foreign land... So I'll need a helping hand. In my hand.