The Same Four Hands 2 (النسخة 2)

Verse

Dust on the shelf, same four hands you find

Old vinyl crackling like a distant mind

Grandfather's record player on a worn wooden stand

You're turning it over, wondering what the plan is in this land

We talked of cities, far from sea and sand

Of leaving footprints where none have been before

But the rhythm stays soft beneath these wooden hands

Whispers keep whispering we can't let go no more

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel it pulling you back to the shore?

Do you hear the heartbeat that's coming back for more?

Chorus

The same four hands, same old wooden chest

Same sea and sand where your soul finds rest

You're holding something in a quiet way

I can see my grandfather singing along today

Nothing changes, nothing stays the same

Just four old bones finding their way home again

Verse 2

You say it's too much to keep living in the past

But I know the truth that love leaves footprints fast

Every time the needle drops and the room starts to sway

I see his smile in you, coming back a different way

The walls may change but we don't need to rename

We hold onto what's left where hearts remain

You turn the record over, the static fades away

And I can hear my grandfather whisper 'stay

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel it pulling you back to the shore?

Do you hear the heartbeat that's coming back for more?

Chorus

The same four hands, same old wooden chest

Same sea and sand where your soul finds rest

You're holding something in a quiet way

I can see my grandfather singing along today

Nothing changes, nothing stays the same

Just four old bones finding their way home again

Bridge

No more cities for you to chase tonight

Just four hands held together like it's right

The static fades away and I hear him sing

Don't let go of this rhythm that keeps you alive, boy

You're my family now in the fading light

We don't need nothing else to get by tonight

Chorus

The same four hands, same old wooden chest

Same sea and sand where your soul finds rest

You're holding something in a quiet way

I can see my grandfather singing along today

Nothing changes, nothing stays the same

Just four old bones finding their way home again