With Hands Untied

Take the dreams that I tell to you
Make them mean what you want them to
Doves embody for me
Making many memories
They would ask if I was strong
To keep my hands when another came alone
I saw magic as a tangible possibility

Oh, my hands have no such tie
Oh, my hands have no such tie
My only type was a tangible possibility

Watch the water in my eyes
Pick the thought that it might come from
Choose the thought that seems the most like you
They would ask was I strong enough
To keep my hands when another came alone
I saw magic as a means to hеr, my end