The big hand makes all of your favourite 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 favourite 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 favourite things

And with a touch like glass

Starts to squeeze

You don't ask