Vacuum from Handstands by Beerjacket

You’ve been caught in a vacuum
Of misspent loyalty
‘Cause people like you are people like me
But some are magnetic
To the things that bring them grief

So if it’s any comfort to you
You’re worth more than ten of them
You’re the drum that I’ll beat to
You’re the broken I will mend

You’re the dark of the backroom
Discontented royalty
But people like you need the light to see
Some people are addicted
To the stings that make them bleed

So if it’s any comfort to you
You’re worth more than ten of them
You’re the drum that I’ll beat to
You’re the broken I will mend

So if you take my hands
I'll pull you out
No need to believe
And no need to doubt
If you take my hands
I'll pull you out
No need to believe
And no need to doubt

But if it’s any comfort to you
You’re worth more than ten of them
You’re the drum that I’ll beat to
It’s you I will defend

So if you take my hands
I'll pull you out
No need to believe
And no need to doubt
If you take my hands
I'll pull you out
No need to believe
And no need to doubt
If you take my hands
I'll pull you out
No need to believe
And no need to doubt
If you take my hands
I'll pull you out
No need to believe
And no need to doubt

If you take my hands

• Alternative
• acoustic
• folk
• indie
• indie-folk
• singer-songwriter
• Glasgow