Ilse DeLange - Hungry Hands

Any minute now I know, I’ll look up to find you gone
I can’t see it, can’t believe it, but I feel it
I can see in every move you make, you’re moving on
For so long it, seems like all you never wanted

Your hungry hands, have grown so cold on me
And I’ve come to see I’m not the one they’re hungry for
All those times I wished they’d set me free
Guess I had my chance and I’m out of your hungry hands

Of the thousand times I watched you reaching for the door
I somehow never really saw you leaving
The thought of freedom always made me feel so free before
I somehow never saw myself alone Your hungry hands, have grown so cold on me
And I’ve come to see I’m not the one they’re hungry for
All those times I wished they’d set me free
Guess I had my chance and I’m out of your hungry hands

Your hungry hands, have grown so cold on me
And I’ve come to see I’m not the one they’re hungry for
All those times I wished they’d set me free
Guess I had my chance and I’m out of your hungry hands

Guess I had my chance and I’m out of your hungry hands
Guess I had my chance and I’m out of your hungry hands