My Holding Hand Is Empty

Patrick Park

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Got a quiver full of fire, and a head full of rain
And I've been clinging to the drifting air
Been thinking 'bout the color of the dawn of spring
And the smell of her wind-blown hair

My holding hand is empty
And my reservations few
Been looking everywhere for something
I've been looking everywhere for you

Oh my (oh my)
Oh my (oh my)
Oh my heart it beats for the sight of you, June
Oh my (oh my)
Oh my (oh my)
But I'm not long for this world and I'll be on my way home soon

Got a pocket full of light, and a room full of shade
And I'm pitching in a violent sea
Been thinking 'bout the feeling of a golden ring
And the sting of true love's blade

My holding hand is empty
And my reservations few
Been looking everywhere for something
I've been looking everywhere for you

Oh my (oh my)
Oh my (oh my)
Oh my heart it beats for the sight of you, June
Oh my (oh my)
Oh my (oh my)
But I'm not long for this world and I'll be on my way home soon

Got a river full of ice, and a bed full of waves
And I'm spinning like a rolling tide
Been thinking 'bout all the ways the wind can turn
With the push and pull of time

My holding hand is empty
And my reservations few
Been looking everywhere for something
I've been looking everywhere for you

Oh my (oh my)
Oh my (oh my)
Oh my heart it beats for the sight of you, June
Oh my (oh my)
Oh my (oh my)
But I'm not long for this world and I'll be on my way home soon