Her head hung low, bags under her eyes
I ask "why so glum?" and she she didn't get much sleep if any at all last night"
Okay, where have I seen that look before?
Something about that face, something about the way that she
Turned away from me when I asked her about it
With her mind workin' overtime and eyes all clouded
Uh, couldn't place it at first but the memory fed it back to me, put an end to my search
And it did come back in a wave and a burst and I thought to myself right there and then that I passed on this curse
How could it be that you see what I see when I say it's a dream, I don't meant to intervene but I know about the shadows that move in between
To the daughter who escaped my blood but never my heart
Sweetie, welcome to the dark
We have the hand of another love, ah
Dear daughter, you should know
We have the hand of another love, ah
Dear daughter, you should know
Confused as she was, some things can't be defined
I think, I think it preys on what you love but exists in the dark corners of our minds
Maybe it's all just in my imagination, maybe just the way it makes it's way into our conciousness
Maybe there's a piece of us that cannot conciously face it, maybe there's a connection but we just can't place it
Mom always told me to pray to Jesus, that was her advice for when she sees it
And I pass that along to you and I hope that you use it if God forbid you should ever happen to need it
I hope to relieve it, something has made it's way through
Come to think of it, actually it stopped communicating with me around the time it started with you
We have the hand of another love, ah
Dear daughter, you should know
We have the hand of another love, ah
Dear daughter, you should know
(Can they see us? Are they watching?)
(Can they hear us? Hurt us?)
(I want it to stop)
We have the hand of another love, ah
Dear daughter, you should know
We have the hand of another love, ah
Dear daughter, you should know
