© Glen B Powell 1996

You Thought – Audio

You Thought – Lyrics

To have and to hold, to handle only what you’re told

To shape, to mould, to feel the lukewarm, hot and cold

To touch and to pray, take the bread and give it away

You were meant to be my hand but you thought you were a head

You were meant to be my hand but you thought you were my head

Walk the long, long narrow road, Ignore hot coal and cutting stone 

Hold me up beneath my heavy load, carry my cross and stub your toes

Then let me wash the bruises from your broken skin and bones

You were meant to be my foot but you thought you were a mouth 

You were meant to be my foot but you thought you were my mouth

Listen out for what you’re meant to hear, birdsong, waterfalls, music & ideas

Concentrate on others stories, I know ears don’t see there share of the glory

But you pay the silver and gold of attention,

Guard the darkest secrets of confession

You were meant to be my ear but you thought you were an eye

You were meant to be my ear but you thought you were an eye

Eyes get to see the world…

Beat the drum, pump the blood, surf the wild waves of love

Count the measures of a human life, feel the thrust of the backstab knife

Though broken like a piece of glass, resist despair with hope and love

You were meant to be my heart but you thought you were a brain

You were meant to be my heart but you thought you were a brain