Songs are like rivers they come and go, they ebb and flow with the hours. If I could pick one at half past two, I’d miss the other three flowers. Songs are like water they slip through my hands, like all of my best laid yet unattained plans. Like growing a flower, giving it wings, songs are beautiful things. So give me courage to move my hands move my hands, give me courage, to move my hands, move my hands through the water. Words are the hardest I have no doubt, words are the hardest way to get it out, actions may speak but are sometimes confusing and a lie, a lie. Baby oh baby don’t leave me ooh What makes the right song fir me and you? Does it really matter if it’s nothing new? So give me courage to move my hands... (chorus repeat) through the water.