Hands

Things may seem
 somehow unsure
 in times
 Things refined
 directions signed
 sometimes
 Today, we hold it
 we're friends tomorrow
 Today, we call it
 and then tomorrow
 The perfect chance
 once in a while
 And lucky hands
 once in a while
 Whoever near
 ever so far
 sometimes
 Whatever dear
 ever so feared
 sometimes
 Whoever near...
 Whoever near...
 Days in sights
 days then heard
 in times
 Days and signs
 becoming clear
 sometimes
 Today, we hold it
 we're friends tomorrow
 Today, we call it
 and then tomorrow
 The perfect chance
 once in a while
 And lucky hands...
 Today, we hold it
 we're friends tomorrow
 Today, we call it
 and then tomorrow
 However life
 compared to show,
 Ones' beg one's forth
 but only go
 Today, we hold it
 we're friends tomorrow
 Today, we call it
 and then tomorrow
 The perfect chance
 once in a while
 And lucky hands
 once in a while