Hands [Studio Outtake]

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all okay
Not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these

Our hands are small nice weapons
Of conscience if they're not idle with despair
We gather ourselves around our faithful light
As the darkness most feared

Our hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are our own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And we shall go unbroken

Some things are subject to a higher law
You do not own us you who never saw
You won't use my hands to fight your wars
To close your eyes, to cripple your doors
'Cause getting by isn't getting enough
And neither is welfare or thankless jobs
Because where there is a man who has no voice
There our shackles sing

Our hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are our own
And we shall go unbroken

In the end, only kindness matters
In the end, only kindness matters

Some things cannot be broken
Some things can't be undone
You cannot ever take away
What has already been won

Our hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are our own
And we shall go unbroken
We shall go unbroken