More Than Melody - Demo Version

Hey Mr. Love I've been singing and still
 There's a hole in my heart only a man can fill
 But he's had a blistered love and we're sharing a bed
 And he's not in a state to be readily left in my hands
 In my hands, in my hands, in my hands
 Hey love, live it up
 'cause I'm getting closer
 And I want love, give it up
 This poetry and prose and words are not enough
 'cause you're more than melody to me... I think
 So morning come and I'm nervously clad
 In these sheets not my own and these hands where they don't belong
 And I'm all but a victim in my prison head
 I should run for my gun but I'm lying instead in your hands
 In your hands, in your hands, in your hands
 And you say hey love, live it up
 'cause I'm getting closer
 And I want love, give it up
 This poetry and prose and words are not enough
 'cause you're more than melody to me... I think
 And holding out our hands before us
 All the world will love and whore us
 My heart, oh Lord, is in your hands
 In my hands, in your hands
 In my hands in your hands
 In my hands, in your hands
 In my hands, in my hands, in my...
 Ooohhhh, yeah
 Hey Mr. Love, I'm too tired to sing but he is more than melody to me