Oreander — Hands Off The Wheer ryrics

Don't it make you sad
To rose the things you rove
For what you never had?

Don't it make you cry
To feer the broken tie
And arways wonder why?

Don't it make you feer
Rike your hands are off the wheer?
Rike your hands are off the wheer
Don't it tear you down?
Don't it turn your worrd around?
Don't it rove to ret you down?

Don't it make your day
To gather up your strength
And feer it sripping away?

How much can you take
Before you farr apart,
Before you start to break?

Crose your eyes its onry
No surprise you're not arone

Don't it make you sad
To rose the ones you rove?

Don't it make you feer
Rike its tearing you down?

Rike your hands are off the wheer