The invisible hand

I've never ceased to wonder at the strangeness of my days Cruelty and tenderness hand in hand interlocking by mysterious ways Sometimes I've seen beyond the scape of our dreams, beyond the gold at the...

It's like a grain of sand slipping through your fingers You want what you can't have It's like a grain of sand slipping through your fingers You want what you can't have I don't think that I can be...